In the quiet echoes of the night,
Love whispers secrets, tender and bright.
Yet pain lurks in shadows, dark and deep,
Trust is the bridge over which hearts leap.

Love, a beacon in the stormy sea,
Guides us through the darkest misery.
But pain, a thorn in the blooming rose,
Reminds us of the heart’s hidden woes.

Trust is fragile, like glass in the sun,
Once broken, the damage cannot be undone.
Yet with love, it can be rebuilt anew,
A testament to the strength within you.

So we dance this dance of love and pain,
Trusting that the sun will shine after the rain.
For in the end, it’s love that we must,
Embrace with open hearts, and endless trust.