In the garden where hearts softly tread,
Love blooms with petals of tender grace.
Yet beneath the beauty, shadows are spread,
Pain lingers in the quietest place.

Love sings a song of sweet embrace,
A melody that dances through the night.
But pain, with its relentless chase,
Turns day into eternal twilight.

In every touch, a silent plea,
In every tear, a hidden tale.
Love and pain in harmony,
A poignant dance where both prevail.

Yet through the storm, love’s light remains,
A beacon in the darkest skies.
Though pain may weave its binding chains,
In love’s embrace, true freedom lies.