lies

In the quiet dawn, where shadows dwell, Hope whispers softly, casting its spell. A flicker of light in the heart’s weary pause, Through the pain and the darkness, it gently draws. Heartbreak, a tempest, with storms that collide, A tapestry woven with threads of pride. Yet even in sorrow, in tears that have fl muowed, Lies the seed of rebirth, where love's garden glowed. From ashes of anguish, a spark starts to dance, A flickering ember, a second-chance glance. With every heartbeat, it slowly ignites, Rekindling warmth through the long, lonely nights. Hope’s tender message, a promise renewed, In the rhythm of love, all hearts are imbued. With time as its healer, the wounds find their grace, In the union of moments, we find our true place. So here in the stillness, where dreams intertwine, Hope whispers again, “Your heart will be fine.” From heartbreak emerges the strength to believe, In the beauty of love, we learn how to weave.