In the tempest of our hearts, where love should dance,
I find myself ensnared, caught in a painful trance.
When words turn sharp as daggers, and silence fills the air,
My stomach twists in anguish, a burden hard to bear.

Each quarrel feels like thunder, a storm within my chest,
As shadows creep around me, robbing me of rest.
Oh, how it pains me deeply, this chasm that we face,
The thought of us unraveling, a love lost without grace.

When anger clouds our vision, and softness turns to stone,
I feel the weight of sorrow, chilling me to the bone.
My heart, once light and soaring, now aches with every beat,
For in the fight, I lose you, and love’s retreat feels bittersweet.

I close my eyes and picture, the laughter that we shared,
The warmth of your embrace, a love that truly dared.
But in the heat of battle, those...