In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where love and pain entwine,
A dance unfolds in shadows deep,
A rhythm both bitter and divine.

Love’s gentle touch, a soothing balm,
Yet pain, a storm that rages through,
Together they carve upon the heart,
Stories old, yet always new.

In every tear that love may shed,
Pain finds its voice, a haunting tune,
Yet through the echoes of despair,
Hope rises like a silver moon.

For love and pain are but a pair,
A testament to the soul’s embrace,
In every scar, a story blooms,
A testament to the heart’s grace.