In the silence of the battlefield,
Where echoes of steel meet the night,
A bond of strength and tenderness blooms,
Tanklove, a tale of iron and light.

Amidst the clamor and chaos around,
Two souls find solace in armored embrace,
Their spirits intertwined like vines on a trellis,
A dance of destiny, a timeless chase.

Through storms of fire and shadows long,
Their courage shines, unwavering and bright,
In the heart of the storm, a gentle whisper,
Tanklove, a beacon in the endless fight.

As the dawn breaks over silent lands,
The promise of peace in their eyes glows,
Together they stand, guardians of hope,
In the tender arms of their tanklove shows.