In the quiet moments of dawnâs first light,
When the world is hushed and still,
Love whispers softly in the night,
A promise it seeks to fulfill.
Yet shadows linger in its wake,
As pain entwines with every breath,
Hearts tremble and sometimes break,
In loveâs sweet, bitter depth.
A touch, a glance, a fleeting kiss,
Can spark a flame so bright,
But with each moment of bliss,
Comes the fear of endless night.
For love is both a gift and trial,
A dance of joy and sorrow’s wail,
We cherish every fleeting smile,
Though pain may often trail.