In the hush of the morning’s gentle sigh,
Where shadows linger in the quiet sky,
A heart aches in the grip of time’s embrace,
Mourning whispers through the empty space.

Beneath the veil of night’s retreating shade,
Memories dance where the lost are laid,
Tears fall softly on the dewy ground,
In silence, echoes of love resound.

The world spins on, indifferent to the pain,
Yet here, the soul’s lament remains,
In every breath, a silent plea,
For solace in the memory.

As dawn unfolds its tender light,
The heart seeks peace in the morning’s sight,
Carrying love through every tear,
Holding close what we hold dear.