In the quiet hours of the golden dusk,
Where whispers of the past gently glide,
A soul departed in a soft, serene hush,
Leaving traces of love, deep and wide.

The hands that once held, now rest in peace,
Beneath the canopy of stars aglow,
Memories linger like a fragrant breeze,
In the hearts that knew and loved them so.

With every tear that falls, a seed is sown,
In gardens where the spirit blooms anew,
A farewell not in sorrow, but in tones
Of gratitude for the journey shared and true.

As dawn paints the sky in hues so bright,
We cherish the beauty of a life well spent,
Knowing that in the quiet depths of night,
Their essence remains, a love testament.