In the quiet whispers of the night,
I hear your gentle voice guiding me,
Though the world feels heavy and dark,
Your love remains my beacon, eternally free.

Your laughter echoes in the corridors of time,
A melody that dances within my soul,
Each memory a treasure, a moment sublime,
In their warmth, I find myself whole.

The tears may fall like a gentle rain,
Yet in their wake, blossoms of hope appear,
For in the garden of my heart, you remain,
A presence so vivid, so near.

Though the path ahead seems steep and long,
Your spirit walks beside me, strong and true,
In every sunrise, in every song,
I find solace, knowing I carry you.