In the quiet of the evening’s embrace,
We danced on dreams, fragile and free,
Yet beneath the laughter, shadows trace,
The unspoken fears between you and me.

When whispers turn sharp, like shards of glass,
And tender hearts bear the weight of regret,
The echoes of love, now in the past,
Leave scars we wish we could forget.

The gentle touch, once a soothing balm,
Now feels distant, a memory blurred,
As silence grows, where once was calm,
Our voices lost, in pain unheard.

Yet hope lingers, in the quiet night,
That healing will mend what’s torn apart,
For love’s true strength, in the softest light,
Can soothe the ache of a wounded heart.