In the hush of fleeting hours,
two hearts stir like hidden flowers;
threads unseen yet tightly sewn,
woven through the vast unknown.
Eyes that meet in secret vow,
knowing what no words allow;
mirrors in the tempest's core,
hands that anchor, hands that soar.
Shared the pulse of rebel drums,
marching where the thunder hums;
all the risks and whispered schemes,
born from stitched and sacred dreams.
Should the earth betray its trust,
crumbling kingdoms into dust,
still we stand, a shadowed flight,
rooted deep in borrowed light.
Through the cracks of broken skies,
laughter spills and sorrow flies;
brave enough to dream through ache,
bold enough to bend, not break.
She the flame, and I the spark,
lighting worlds within the dark;
silent nods and knowing glance,
threads that weave a second chance.
Storms may tear at cloth and bone,
rip the marrow from the stone;
yet we dance, unyielding still,
bonded by unspoken will.
Every falter, every fall,
etched within our endless hall;
not as weights, but as a guide,
scars that walk right by our side.
In the maze of twisted fate,
we became each other's gate;
harbors in the fiercest sea,
grace beyond the agony.
Nights that break on trembling shore,
days that leave us wanting more;
through it all, the silent thread,
woven 'tween the words unsaid.
No betrayal, no retreat,
only steady, faithful beat;
even if the skies betray,
still, beside you I will stay.
Oaths unwritten, iron-cast,
chiseled by the moments passed;
no adornment, no bright chain,
only tethered through the rain.
Shared the foolish and the wise,
gathered storms and bluer skies;
every breath, a whispered claim,
every smile, a secret flame.
In the realm of fleeting things,
where the sparrow clips its wings,
we endure, unseen but clear,
carving timeless oaths from fear.
Two against the failing night,
bound by something fierce and right;
not by law, nor bond of name,
but by soul, and soul the same.