In love's radiant garden, smiles bloom like flowers,
Where our hearts weaved in trust forever stay.
Though poverty's dark shadow may devour
Our earthly assets, but love's riches never stray.
For, he who dies for love does truly live,
And in that sacrifice, his soul takes flight.
His heart, aflame with passion, does forgive
The passing—pains of mortal life's plight.
The bond of love, a solemn tie that binds,
Transcends the grave, where death's veil divides.
For in the tears of those who mourn, we find
A love that prospers, never to subside.
And when our final summons comes to pass,
The love's legacy endures, forever to last.
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