In quiet corners of our shared retreat,
We trace the cracks upon our fragile hearts.
The embers glow, a warmth we both still seek.
The leap we took, once wild and incomplete,
Now echoes in the chambers where love starts.
In quiet corners of our shared retreat.
The rain outside, a soft and rhythmic beat,
We listen, as our souls begin to chart.
The embers glow, a warmth we both still seek.
Our words, like fragile glass, we gently treat,
For fear of shattering what’s left to impart.
In quiet corners of our shared retreat.
Yet hope persists, a stubborn, quiet feat,
As hands entwine, and healing love imparts.
The embers glow, a warmth we both still seek.
So let us mend, with patience and repeat,
The frayed threads of our once-torn, fragile arts.
In quiet corners of our shared retreat,
The embers glow, a warmth we both still seek.