In sorrow's shroud, we mourn the loss we bear,
As time's cruel hand has claimed a cherished soul.
In shadows deep, we find our hearts laid bare,
With memories etched, yet yearning to console.
Oft in the quiet hours of night's embrace,
His gentle spirit whispers soft and clear,
A guiding light, a beacon in the space,
A legacy of love that lingers near.
Though separate now by fate's unyielding tide,
His presence in our lives shall never fade.
For in the depths of love, he will abide,
A guardian angel in the heavens' glade.
So let us raise a toast to days long past,
And cherish every moment to the last.
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