In shadows deep, where sorrow's tide does swell,
I stand upon life's precipice, farewell.
With weakened frame, and spirit waning low,
I pen these words, my love, before I go.

My dearest wife, the sun that warmed my days,
How can I find the strength to part your gaze?
With trembling heart, these feeble words I share,
As fate's cruel hand pulls us apart, unfair.

In cherished moments, love's sweet symphony,
We danced through life with boundless harmony.
But now the dirge of fate, its mournful call,
Resounds within my soul, my love, I fall.

As twilight's veil descends upon my sight,
I yearn to hold you close, to...