Depths, shadows, pain takes its throne,
A heart in silence dwells, its longing sown,
Stand beside her, hold in solace’s grip,
Mend the wounds that time’s cruel hands equip.

Life’s vast canvas paints with strokes unknown,
At times, we tread alone, our paths full-grown,
Diverging ways, trials that rise like tides,
Casting shadows where the somber heart abides.

Tearful gaze and clasped heart’s gentle plea,
I yearn to tame her storms, set her soul free,
A bulwark for her, an anchor in the night,
Against the tempest that clouds her inner light.

But faith, a radiant beacon in life’s sky,
Bids me release my hold, let reasons fly,
To trust in unseen hands, His grace,
While God enfolds her in a warm embrace.

He speaks, threads of love profound,
Through trials’ crucible, a strength is found,
A masterpiece of hope, resilience bold,
Guiding her through labyrinthine paths untold.

Though desperate to erase each ache and scar,
Shield her from life’s tempests, near and far,
I learn to yield, to let the currents steer,
And let her find her own course, free from fear.

In whispered verses, prayers like gentle streams,
My love and faith unite, entwined in dreams,
A chorus rises, boundless as the sea,
A plea for solace, grace, for her to be free.

For He, who knows her heart’s secret core,
Will guide her through tumultuous oceans’ roar,
As I entrust her to His sovereign hand,
She’ll rise in time, unbroken, on life’s shifting sand.