In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where dreams and reality softly blend,
Love stands as a beacon of light,
Promising warmth that never bends.

Through storms and gentle rains we walk,
Hand in hand, facing the unknown,
Sacrifice, the language we talk,
In every seed of love we’ve sown.

The heart knows the weight it must bear,
In every tear, a story penned,
Yet in love, the burden we share,
A testament to hearts that mend.

For in every moment of giving,
Lies a truth that forever will be,
Love is in the way of living,
A sacrifice that sets us free.