Power Of Love

In the depths of sorrow, where shadows roam,
A heart once full, now feels so alone.
Loss, a cruel companion, takes its toll,
Leaving emptiness, a void in the soul.

Grief's weight upon us, like a heavy shroud,
Tears flow freely, as we cry out loud.
Memories linger, bittersweet and dear,
Reminding us of what we held so near.

But in the darkness, a flicker of light,
Hope whispers softly, guiding us through the night.
For even in loss, new strength can arise,
As we learn to let go and seek the skies.

The pain may linger, the ache may persist,
But healing takes time, it can't be dismissed.
And as we navigate this journey of pain,
We find solace in knowing we can rise again.

For loss, though it wounds, can also teach,
To cherish each moment, each love we reach.
To hold onto memories, both joy and strife,
And find the beauty in the tapestry of life.

So let us grieve, let us mourn the loss we feel,
But also let us find the strength to heal.
For in the depths of loss, we can rise above,
And find solace in the power of love.

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