In the quiet moments of the night,
Where shadows dance with whispered light,
Love blooms with a tender grace,
Yet pain etches lines upon the face.

Hearts entwined in a fervent beat,
Each touch a promise, bittersweet,
The joy that love so freely lends,
Is tempered by the ache that never ends.

Through laughter shared and tears unspoken,
Bonds are forged yet often broken,
The warmth of love, a fleeting fire,
That burns with both desire and dire.

So we embrace the gentle pain,
For love’s true essence lies in gain,
Of moments cherished, memories bright,
In the dance of day and endless night.