** Sorrow **

In the quiet of the night, by candle's tender glow, A woman sits in solitude, her heart heavy with woe. Her hair, once neatly styled, now falls in disarray, A mirror to the chaos that life has thrown her way.

Yet in her pain, there's beauty, raw and true and clear, A strength that rises fiercely to hold the lost one near. And though the night may linger, and tears may freely flow, Her love remains unyielding, in the candle's soft, warm glow.

May this poem offer a glimpse into the depth of her sorrow and the enduring love that remains even in the face of loss.