In the quiet of the night, whispers softly drift,Carrying echoes of memories, gentle and swift.The stars above, they glimmer, in their silent grace,Reflecting tears unspoken, on a timeless face.The winds of time, they carry whispers old,Of laughter and love, stories yet untold.In the garden of shadows, where memories play,We find solace in the night, where lost souls sway.Through the veil of tears, we search for light,In the embrace of darkness, in the heart of night.Yet in every shadow, a glimmer of hope remains,A whisper of love, amidst the silent refrains.For in the dance of life, where loss finds its place,We find strength in memories, a warm embrace.And though the journey is long, and the night is deep,Love’s eternal whisper sings us softly to sleep.