When shadows fall and day departs,

I mourn a love that once did bloom,

A fragile blossom snapped and gone,

Thy vacant chair, a dusty room.

The echoes of thy laughter die,

Like petals scattered on the breeze,

Yet tender memories still I hold,

A treasured sigh on bended knees.

With faith I'll search the hallowed ground,

Where buried love yet holds its sway,

And trust that there, new blooms are found,

Eternal, come the break of day.