In the quiet morn, a whisper’s grace, Where time's footsteps slow their pace, She stands alone, a widow's veil, Held by memories, frail but hale. Forty years in love's embrace, Now echoes fill the empty space. Their laughter once wove golden threads, Now whispers dwell where silence treads. Her heart, an endless ocean's roar, Flows with tears on grief's worn shore. Yet in the twilight’s gentle glow, Their love remains, her only moor. In every shadow, he walks beside, A tender flame where dreams abide. Though parted now in life's cruel guise, Forever shines within her eyes.