In the quiet corners of the heart,
Where whispers of love begin,
Lies a tale of tender starts,
Amidst the echoes of silent sin.

Trust, a fragile thread we hold,
Woven through shadows of the past,
A bond in stories yet untold,
Hoping this time, it will last.

Pain, a companion in disguise,
Walks with us on paths unknown,
Yet in love’s unwavering eyes,
We find a place to call our own.

So let the heart, though scarred, believe,
In love’s gentle, guiding light,
For with trust we can weave,
A tapestry of stars in the night.