In the quiet storm of whispered shouts,
Where love and anger meet and part,
Two souls entangled in their bouts,
Yet bound by strings within the heart.

The words once sweet now carry thorns,
As silence scars the fragile night,
In shadows where the trust is torn,
We seek the dawn, the healing light.

Through tears and fears, we navigate,
The rocky paths of love’s terrain,
To find the peace, to mend our fate,
And soothe the wounds, relieve the pain.

For in the end, when tempests cease,
And hearts once fractured start to mend,
We’ll find in love a lasting peace,
As arguing in love descends.