In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance with the moonlight,
Love and sorrow intertwine,
In a symphony of heart’s plight.

Through the veil of silent tears,
A touch, a whisper, love appears,
Yet in the depths, depression hides,
Binding hearts with unseen ties.

A tender kiss, a warm embrace,
Can momentarily erase,
The darkness lurking in the soul,
Love’s light making one whole.

But as the dawn begins to break,
The shadows of depression wake,
Love fights on, a beacon bright,
In the endless struggle, night after night.