In the quiet hours of a tear-stained dawn,
Where shadows dance to the song of sorrow,
A heart whispers secrets to the silent morn,
Echoes of love in the arms of tomorrow.

The gentle breeze carries a soft lament,
Of memories woven in the fabric of time,
Each moment shared, a cherished fragment,
Now a haunting melody, a mournful chime.

The stars above, in their eternal glow,
Witness the tears that fall like rain,
In the depths of night, where dreams flow,
A soul seeks solace from the endless pain.

Yet in the mourning’s tender embrace,
Hope blooms like a fragile flower,
For in the heart’s quiet, sacred space,
Love endures beyond the darkest hour.