In the silent echoes of the night,
Where shadows dance with tears unshed,
Grief whispers tales of love once bright,
Now resting where the heart has bled.
A tender hand that used to hold,
Now an echo in the hollow air,
Yet love’s warmth, a memory bold,
Still lingers in the silent prayer.
Through the veils of time and pain,
Love’s gentle light guides the way,
Binding hearts with a golden chain,
Even when the skies are gray.
In every tear, a love profound,
In every sigh, a whispered name,
Grief and love forever bound,
In life’s tender, eternal flame.