She smiled when the world was kind,
He held her close, problems left behind.
Building a castle from whispered grace,
A home, a crib, soft to embrace.
But fate took turn, more than breath,
Wrapped in cotton, a silent death.
An empty cradle filled the tearful eyes,
Heavier than rain on sacred skies.
A broken soul grew weak in days,
Losing health and body in countless ways.
Finally, she gave up the fight,
Leaving him alone, one fiery night.
Years passed down, and she moved in light,
He walked in her shadows, a dreadful sight.
What became of love, a tragedy to begin,
Eternally resting in the hush within.