Words once whispered sweet, now cut like a knife
In the garden of love, a withering life
Petals of trust, crushed by careless might
Leaving scars that linger, through endless night

The tender shoots, of vulnerability
Nipped by harsh words, in a moment's cruelty
The gentle bloom, of intimacy and trust
Wilted by the sting, of a thoughtless thrust

In the soil of love, where roots once grew deep
Now lies a barren land, where hurtful words creep
Choking the beauty, that once flourished free
Leaving only shadows, of what used to be

But still we hold, on to love's pure light
A beacon in darkness, guiding us through the night
For in the silence, after the hurtful storm
Lies a chance for healing, and a new form