In the quiet garden of memory, where shadows embrace the light,

A rose blooms in solitude, its petals soft and bright.

It stands amid the darkness, a symbol of our love,

A whisper of the beauty that now soars above.

Hope was the gift you gave me, in every tender word,

A promise like the morning, when the first sweet chirps are heard.

You were the gentle sunrise, that chased away my night,

A beacon through the shadows, my everlasting light.

But now the garden's silent, the rose bows down its head,

For darkness fell upon us, the day that you were led,

To realms beyond the sunset, where souls find peace and rest,

Leaving me in the twilight, with longing in my chest.

Yet still, I feel you near me, in every breath of air,

In every star that twinkles, in moments of despair.

And in the wreckage of my heart, a fire ignites brand new.

A love that burns eternal, a flame I found in you.

So rest now, my beloved, in the cradle of the skies,

Your spirit like the rose, in endless bloom it lies.

And I'll hold fast to Hope, as I walk through the dark,

For you are with me always, the light within my heart.