In our memory book, our love is like a gently pressed rose,
Strong walls around us, our fortress where love freely flows.

Looking away, eyes filled with unseen fears,
Late-night calls echo, tears fall between our years.

Longings feel far, like a twisted rhyme,
Accepting flaws, your absence echoes over time.

A storm of chaos, wild and bewildered,
Our love's not forgotten, secretly sheltered.

Anger, a...