A Whisper from the Grave (A Sad Love Song)

Rajasir

On this day the sky is gray, it's true,
Your birthday calls, a whisper from the grave.

I hear your voice, soft as morning dew,
In every gentle breeze, your laughter gave.

No candles shine, no wishes to be made,
Yet in my heart, your memory stays brave.

I feel the echo of the love we weighed,
A silent serenade that time can't stave.

You're calling out from where the willows wave,
And I am here, a soul you'll always crave.

Though you're beyond where earthly hands can save,
In every beat, my heart's your timeless enclave.