In whispered tones that rise to roars,
We build our walls with words like swords.
A gentle touch can turn to fire,
As hearts entangle in the mire.

The silence breaks with heavy sighs,
Our love’s reflection in your eyes.
We dance a dance of push and pull,
When tempers flare and hearts grow full.

Yet through the storm, a calm remains,
A quiet whisper of our pains.
For love endures in darkest night,
And finds its way back to the light.

So let’s embrace the ebb and flow,
For through it all, our love will grow.
In every clash and every fight,
We’ll find our way to love’s true light.