In the morning light, our hearts would sing,
A symphony of joy, a tender ring,
With every heartbeat, love would flow,
Together, we would rise and grow.

Yet storms would come, with thunder’s roar,
Testing bonds we held before,
In shadows deep, we’d sometimes fight,
Searching for the guiding light.

Through tears and smiles, we’d find our way,
Holding on, come what may,
In every trial, love would mend,
Our hearts would heal, begin again.

For in the dance of highs and lows,
True love’s resilience always shows,
With every step, we learn and see,
The beauty in our unity.