In the silent whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance and fears ignite,
A heart seeks solace in the storm,
A tender love, a fragile form.

Through the labyrinth of despair,
Love’s gentle touch is always there,
Guiding lost souls with tender grace,
A beacon in the darkest place.

Though clouds of sorrow may descend,
And dreams seem distant, hard to mend,
Love’s ember burns with steady glow,
A warmth that melts the coldest snow.

In this dance of light and dark,
Two souls entwined, a single spark,
Through the trials, hand in hand,
Together in love, they bravely stand.