In the quiet tremor of a rising storm,
Where words clash like thunder in the night,
Two hearts struggle in the swirling norm,
Seeking refuge in the dawning light.

Voices echo in the hollowed halls,
Questions fly like arrows through the air,
Each word building up the towering walls,
Yet love remains, a tethered pair.

Amidst the tempest of our clashing views,
A silent plea for peace finds its way,
Through the chaos, we seek the truth,
Hoping for the warmth of a brighter day.

In the end, when silence softly falls,
Hands reach out through the shadows of strife,
Together, we mend the fractured walls,
With whispered promises of a shared life.