In the quiet of the night, love whispers softly,
Its gentle touch a balm to wounds unseen.
Yet pain lingers, a shadow in the moonlight,
Reminding hearts of battles fought within.

Through tender moments, love’s light shines bright,
A beacon in the darkness, guiding lost souls.
But pain’s embrace is never far behind,
A reminder of the scars that time bestows.

In every embrace, there’s a trace of sorrow,
A bittersweet dance of joy and ache.
For love and pain are intertwined forever,
Each breath a testament to hearts that break.

So we cherish the moments, both sweet and bitter,
Knowing that love’s true essence lies in both.
For without pain, love’s joy would be hollow,
And without love, pain would lose its growth.