In shadows cast by dreams once bright,
We tread the path of endless fight.
With hearts entwined yet bruised and torn,
A love so fierce, yet often worn.
Through storms that rage and silence deep,
We hold the secrets that we keep.
In every tear, a story lies,
Of whispered hopes and silent cries.
Yet in the struggle, beauty blooms,
Like flowers rising from the gloom.
For every scar that marks our skin,
A testament to where we've been.
Though love is hard and trials steep,
In every moment, our souls leap.
Together we stand, hand in hand,
In this hard love, forever we’ll land.
©nino
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