In the quiet of the night, beneath the moon’s soft gaze,
Love whispers secrets, tender and true,
Yet pain shadows close, in a delicate haze,
A reminder of what hearts must rue.

The touch of your hand, a gentle caress,
Sparks a fire within, fierce and bright,
But with every kiss, there’s a silent distress,
For love and pain, in endless fight.

Eyes that glisten with unshed tears,
Speak of dreams shared and lost,
For in the embrace of love, there are fears,
And every joy comes at a cost.

Yet even as pain weaves its sorrowful thread,
Love’s light continues to shine,
For in the dance of hearts, where both have bled,
There’s beauty in the intertwine.