In silent slumber beneath the earth's embrace,
The girl's soul watches, frozen in place,
As tears cascade upon her silent grave,
Her lover weeps, his heart to save.

He kneels in sorrow, his cries a mournful song,
But time, relentless, moves along.
Slowly, acceptance dawns, a bitter pill to swallow,
His love entombed, beneath the weeping willow.

Promises made in love's tender bloom,
Now shattered by death's cruel doom.
He stands, his vow broken, by fate's decree,
To marry another, forsaking memory.

Years drift by like petals on the breeze,
Her love's embrace now a distant tease.
He forgets the whispers of her name,
Lost in the fog of love's cruel game.

Yet, beneath the moon's soft glow,
Her spirit lingers, in the ebb and flow,
Of memories cherished, but now adrift,
In the shadows cast by love's cruel rift.

She watches, silent, from beyond the veil,
As he moves on, his love turned stale.
But in her heart, the flame still burns,
For a love that died, but never learns.

Though time may pass and memories fade,
Her love endures, in the quiet shade,
Of forgotten dreams and whispered sighs,
In the depths of her lover's wandering eyes.

So she waits, in the realm between,
For the day when their souls convene,
In a love that transcends life's fleeting breath,
Bound by the ties of love and death.