Though time may steal the laughter from the air,
And silence lingers where her voice once shone,
The love she gave remains, though she is gone,
A light that grief can darken but not tear.
Her touch still dwells in moments bright and small,
In echoes soft where memories reside,
No tide can pull her presence from the tide,
Nor break the bond that time cannot forestall.
Though sorrow weighs, love whispers through the pain,
Not lost, but changed, she walks in threads of light.
A guiding glow that keeps her near in sight.
A warmth endures beyond death’s fleeting reign.
Her love remains, though parted for a while,
It lingers still in every tear and smile.
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