In the quiet whisper of the night,
Where shadows dance with the moon’s soft glow,
Lies a love once vibrant, now out of sight,
Its echoes linger where the heartbeats slow.

We walked through fields of golden dreams,
Hands entwined, hearts unafraid,
Yet time, that silent thief, it seems,
Steals the warmth where our memories laid.

The stars above, they know our song,
A melody of joy and tender pain,
In their light, I search, I long,
For the touch that won’t return again.

Yet in this loss, love’s gentle trace,
Remains in every tear and sigh,
A testament to the boundless grace,
Of a heart that dared to fly.