In the quiet whispers of the night, a heart does silently weep,
Love and pain intertwined, in memories they deeply seep.
A touch that once was tender, now a ghostly trace in vain,
Shadows dance in moonlit rooms, echoing love’s sweet refrain.

The laughter shared, the dreams once bright, now fade into the dark,
Each smile a distant echo, each tear a silent mark.
Hands that once held tightly, now grasp at empty air,
Love’s sweet melody transformed into a mournful prayer.

Yet in the depths of sorrow, a spark of hope remains,
A testament to love’s enduring light, despite the chains.
For even in the darkest night, love’s beacon still can shine,
Guiding hearts through pain and loss, to find a love divine.

So let the tears flow freely, and let the heartache be,
For love and pain together, weave the tapestry we see.
Each thread a story told, each stitch a lesson learned,
In the dance of love and pain, true wisdom is discerned.