In the gentle whisper of the night,
Love unfolds with tender might.
Hearts entwined in fragile grace,
Yet shadows linger, dark and trace.
Pain, the echo of loveâs refrain,
Etched in silence, a haunting strain.
Tears weave stories untold,
Where dreams once dared to unfold.
Trust, a bridge over turbulent seas,
Built on whispers and gentle pleas.
Fragile threads of golden light,
Holding fast through the darkest night.
In this dance of love and woe,
Hearts learn to bend and grow.
For in the pain, and in the trust,
Love finds its way, as it must.