In the tender dance of hearts entwined,We stumble, falter, yet always find,The path of love is rarely straight,A tapestry woven with threads of fate.Each misstep, a lesson softly told,In the silent whispers of the bold,We learn to mend what once was torn,In the gentle light of a new dawn.Through tears that flow like rivers deep,We sow the seeds of dreams we keep,In the soil of hope and love’s embrace,We find the courage to retrace.For every flaw a story weaves,A richer tale that love believes,In the art of growing, side by side,In mistakes, our hearts confide.