In the garden of our dreams, love gently blooms,
A tender touch beneath the silver moon.
Hearts entwined in a dance of fleeting grace,
Yet shadows loom, leaving a silent trace.
The warmth of your embrace, a shelter from despair,
In your eyes, the stars find their humble glare.
But love, a fragile flame, flickers in the night,
As pain weaves through, veiling the morning light.
Words unspoken, the echoes of our fight,
Resonate in the corridors of night.
Tears fall like rain upon the autumn leaves,
As love and pain, a tapestry, it weaves.
Yet in the depth of sorrow, hope softly sighs,
Love’s gentle whisper beneath the endless skies.
For even in pain, a beauty can be found,
In the heart’s silent echo, love’s eternal sound.