In the quiet whispers of the night,
Grief wraps its arms around the heart,
Yet, in the shadows of our plight,
Love’s gentle light does not depart.

The tears that fall like autumn rain,
Nurture the seeds of memory’s bloom,
Each drop a testament to pain,
Yet love shines through the deepest gloom.

In every echo of a distant laugh,
A reminder of what once was near,
Though time may steal, and moments pass,
Love remains, a constant, clear.

So let the heartache softly mend,
In the embrace of love’s warm glow,
For grief and love are timeless friends,
Hand in hand, they help us grow.