In the silence of the night, hearts entwine,
Love’s gentle whispers, a sweet, melodic rhyme.
Yet within this harmony, shadows creep,
Echoes of pain, in the darkness, they seep.

With every tender touch, a memory lingers,
Of love’s sweet caress, felt through trembling fingers.
But wounds of the past, they leave their mark,
In the depths of the soul, where it’s cold and stark.

The joy of love, a fleeting breeze,
It lifts the heart, puts the mind at ease.
But beneath the surface, a storm brews fierce,
Love and pain, forever interspersed.

So we dance this dance, with hearts on fire,
Love’s passion and pain, a tangled choir.
For in the end, they are one and the same,
Whispers of love, echoes of pain.