In the silence after the storm, we stand,
Words once sharp now softly land.
Echoes of anger fade away,
Leaving room for what we need to say.

Your eyes meet mine, a gentle plea,
In the tangled web of you and me.
Understanding grows from whispered sighs,
As love finds strength in compromise.

The shadows of doubt slowly disperse,
In the quiet, we find our universe.
Harmony weaves its tender thread,
Binding what was nearly shred.

Together, we mend what words have torn,
In the calm after hearts have sworn,
To cherish what the storm has shown,
A love that continues to be our own.