In the quiet of the morning, your laughter still rings,
A melody of joy that the dawn always brings.
Your gentle touch lingers in the air,
As if you were still standing there.

The sunsets paint the sky with hues so bright,
Reminding me of your radiant light.
In every star that twinkles in the night,
I see your eyes, so pure, so right.

The flowers bloom with colors so fair,
Whispering secrets of how you care.
Though you are gone, your love remains,
A balm to soothe my deepest pains.

And as the seasons come and go,
Your memory is a river that continues to flow.
In every heartbeat, in every sigh,
Your spirit lives on, it will never die.