In the gentle whisper of the night,
Love dances with shadows, soft yet bright.
A melody of dreams, tender and frail,
Weaving tales that only the heart can unveil.

Yet in the softness, a sharp edge lies,
Pain’s echo in love’s sweet disguise.
It carves its name in silent screams,
In the corners of forgotten dreams.

Love holds the soul in its warm embrace,
Yet pain writes stories on every face.
A paradox of joy and silent tears,
In the tapestry of our deepest fears.

Still, hearts brave the tempest’s call,
For love, despite the thorns, enthralls.
In love’s sweet agony, we find our way,
Through the shadows, into the light of day.