In the quiet of the night, voices rise,
A tempest of words, a clash of skies.
Hearts entwined in a passionate debate,
Seeking peace as emotions elevate.

The echoes linger, sharp and clear,
Yet love remains, holding us near.
In every argument, a chance to grow,
To learn the depths we do not yet know.

Through the storm, our eyes still meet,
In the silence, our hearts repeat.
For every tear, a promise renewed,
In every word, our love is reviewed.

Let us find solace in the storm’s embrace,
In the dance of words, a sacred space.
For in the arguing, we find our way,
Together stronger, come what may.