In the quiet corners of a weary heart,
Where shadows linger and dreams fall apart,
A gentle whisper of love softly speaks,
Mending the silence, where darkness peaks.

Through the veil of tears, a hand extends,
A touch of warmth that softly mends,
The broken pieces of a fragile soul,
Finding solace in love’s gentle role.

In the depths of night, where fears reside,
Love’s tender light begins to guide,
A beacon of hope in the endless night,
Turning sorrow into a softer light.

With every breath, a promise renews,
That love will stand, steadfast and true,
Embracing the shadows, dispelling the night,
In the arms of love, depression takes flight.