In the stillness of twilight’s gentle sway,
Lies a fortress built in love’s grand display.
An iron guardian, solemn and true,
Protects the heart where tender hopes grew.

Echoes of battles, both lost and won,
Reside in shadows when day is done.
The tank of love, with armor so bright,
Shields the spirit through the darkest night.

Its steel whispers tales of passion’s fight,
Of hearts entwined in the moon’s soft light.
In every scar, a story unfolds,
Of love’s resilience, brave and bold.

Yet beneath the metal, a heart does beat,
Yearning for peace in its rhythmic heat.
For love, though guarded and hard to see,
Is a gentle force, wild and free.