In the shadows where our hearts reside,
Love blooms, yet pain does hide.
A dance of joy, a waltz of sorrow,
In the twilight of our borrowed tomorrows.

Whispers of sweet promises, gentle and kind,
Yet echoes of hurt, linger in the mind.
A tapestry woven with threads of gold,
And strands of anguish, silent and cold.

Tender moments, like petals in the breeze,
Yet thorns of doubt bring us to our knees.
We chase dreams under the moon’s soft glow,
But shadows of fear never let go.

In love’s embrace, we find our grace,
Yet pain’s cruel touch we still must face.
United in joy, yet torn apart,
The bittersweet symphony of the heart.