In a world of quiet storms and borrowed light,

Two lonely hearts meet beneath the soft moonlight.

She's a quiet melody, gentle and pure,

He's a guarded silence, cold and unsure.

Her smile is warmth, a soft summer rain,

Yet she hides her cracks beneath quiet pain.

He stands in shadows, lost and alone,

A heart of marble, carved into stone.

She blooms in chaos, bends with the breeze,

While he stands still, refusing to appease.

Yet somehow her laugh breaks through his night,

Soft fingers tracing his edges, bringing him light.

Two opposites, tangled in fate's soft thread,

Words left unspoken, yet so much said.

A touch, a glance-he starts to believe,

That love isn't weakness-it's learning to breathe.

And as her softness melts his frozen heart,

Two broken pieces become a work of art.

She's a quiet breeze on a restless night,

Soft as moonlight, yet burning so bright.

A heart stitched in silence, mended with grace,

Yet shadows still linger behind her sweet face.

She loves like sunrise-warm and deep,

Giving pieces of herself she's afraid to keep.

Smiling for others, yet breaking within,

A quiet war she'll never let them win.

She bends with the storm, dances with rain,

Carrying softness even through pain.

A quiet strength beneath fragile skin,

Her beauty isn't in winning-but in letting life in.

She's light in the dark, calm in the fight,

A quiet miracle wrapped in soft night.

Yet beneath her warmth, a hidden plea-

To be loved as deeply as she loves, just to be free.

He's a storm wrapped in quiet disguise,

A cold fire burning behind dark eyes.

Built from shadows, carved out of stone,

A king in silence, yet painfully alone.

He walks through life with guarded grace,

No hand to hold, no soft embrace.

Perfection his armor, control his shield,

Yet beneath it all-wounds left unhealed.

Sharp edges, a heart closed tight,

Lost in the dark, chasing the light.

He loves himself, yet fears the fall,

Terrified that love might ruin it all.

But behind the ice, a heart still beats,

Craving warmth, a touch that's sweet.

A quiet storm waiting to unwind,

Longing for a love that knows how to find.

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