In the quiet folds of evening\'s sigh,
I trace the paths where your laughter bloomed,
Each echo a promise, a tender tie,
Through storms may darken, our warmth has roomed.
With hands entwined through the heaviest rain,
You nurtured hopes where doubt took its flight,
Yet here i remain, steadfast through the pain,
A beacon pf love in the lengthening night.
For every care you held, fragile and deep
I mirror your heart in this dance we find,
Together we tread where shadows may creep,
In silence and strength, ever interwined.
And though you may falter, pause to take a breath,
Know I\'m anchored here, through life and through death.