In a world broken with fractured noise,

where shadows speak and silence screams,

I found you—amidst chaos poised,

a constellation within shattered dreams.

 

Storms raged wild, tearing skies apart,

yet softly, gently, there you stood,

a quiet beacon, a healing heart,

a fragile strength misunderstood.

 

Between broken truths and severed ties,

among drifting worlds in furious seas,

your eyes became my calm surprise,

a whisper carried on restless breeze.

 

Our hands, entwined through storms unseen,

weaving hope with threads of grace,

built bridges from what hate had been,

transforming ruin to sacred space.

 

Love grew quietly, roots unseen,

like rivers carving stone below,

a tender strength, fierce yet serene,

blooming where nothing dared to grow.

 

Each smile—an ember in darkest night,

each word—a feather soft and kind,

guiding hearts back into light,

restoring sight to spirits blind.

 

We chose defiance—not through might,

but courage soft, sincere, profound,

a whispered peace, a silent fight,

reclaiming love from battle ground.

 

Together bound by fragile threads,

a tapestry strong, unseen, unspoken,

we gather up what hatred sheds,

remaking hearts the world left broken.