In shadows where whispers cease to sing,
A heart once vibrant now softly weeps.
Love’s gentle touch, a fleeting wing,
In memory’s garden, quiet it sleeps.

Time’s river flows, relentless and vast,
Carrying dreams to distant shores.
Yet echoes of a cherished past,
Linger in silence, forever implores.

The moonlight bathes the silent night,
With silver hues of longing’s glow.
In solitude’s gentle, tender light,
Lost love’s tale continues to flow.

Through seasons’ dance and fleeting years,
A melody of what once was true.
In the heart’s hidden caverns, tears,
Speak of a love forever and anew.