In the twilight of our whispered dreams,
Words fly like arrows, sharp and unseen.
The silence grows, a chasm wide,
Where love once flowed, now shadows reside.
Each phrase a dagger, each glance a storm,
Yet beneath the tempest, warmth is born.
In the chaos of our clashing tide,
Lies a longing to reach the other side.
Hearts entwined in the dance of night,
Seeking solace in the fading light.
Though voices rise in fervent plea,
Love whispers softly, setting us free.
As morning breaks, with gentle glow,
We find the path where soft winds blow.
Though storms may come, and tempests rage,
Together we’ll turn each fragile page.