In the quiet echoes of a broken heart,
Love whispers through the cracks of sorrow,
Where tears trace the lines of yesterday,
And hope dares to rise with the dawn.

Through the veil of grief, love finds its way,
Binding the pieces that time cannot mend,
A gentle reminder of moments shared,
In the silent language of souls entwined.

The night holds memories like stars in the sky,
Each a fragment of laughter and tears,
While the moon, a guardian of tender dreams,
Watches over the shadows of longing.

Yet in the depths of loss, love remains,
A beacon that shines through the darkest days,
Promising that in the dance of life and death,
Love is the eternal echo that never fades.