In the depths where shadows loom,
A heart once bright now shrouded in gloom.
Yet, through the darkness, a tender light,
Love’s gentle whisper, a beacon in the night.

A soul adrift in a sea of sorrow,
Seeking solace with each new morrow.
Arms that hold, a touch so kind,
In love’s embrace, strength we find.

The weight of despair, a heavy chain,
But love persists, it heals the pain.
With every tear, a silent plea,
Love’s gentle whisper, “You’re not alone, it’s me.”

Through the storms and endless rain,
Love remains, a steadfast flame.
In the darkest night, it shines so bright,
Love’s gentle whisper, guiding to the light.