Heart’s Ache
In the silence of the night, where love and sorrow blend,
We find the pain of love’s deep ache, a wound that will not mend.
With every tear, a memory, in whispers soft and low,
Our hearts entwined in tender grief, where love’s deep sorrows flow.
Through trials faced and joys foregone, our bond is bittersweet,
For in the ache of love’s own pain, our hearts and sorrows meet.
Agony of Love
In the depths of love’s true heartache, where shadows softly fall,
We find the pain of love’s deep wound, a silent, haunting call.
With every sigh, a story told, in tears that gently stream,
Our hearts entwined in love’s own grief, where sorrows often teem.
Through highs and lows, our love endures, a poignant, tender strain,
For in the throes of love’s deep pain, our hearts find strength again.
Tortured Hearts
Love is pain, a thorn so sweet,
In every wound, in every beat.
A suffering pure, a sorrow deep,
In love’s embrace, our hearts do weep.
With every tear, with every sigh,
Love’s anguish felt, we cannot lie.
Yet in this pain, a truth we find,
Love’s essence pure, our hearts entwined.
Though love may wound, though hearts may break,
In love’s own pain, we do partake.
For in this suffering, love’s light remains,
A beacon bright, through all the pains.
