In The Quite Poem by April Humason

I went to bed last night,
Furious and ready to fight,
Anger took its painful bite,
Leaving us both in the wrong, not right.
Now silence fills the air,
A house of tension and despair,
Our love turning cold like frostbite's blight.

As the morning light draws near,
Let's make amends and persevere,
No more need for anger and tears,
I want you by my side, my dear.
Be my knight, my guiding light,
Not an explosive dynamite,
Together we can conquer our fears,
Leaving behind the misery of yesteryears.

So let me be your moonlight,
In the darkness, shining bright,
Our love forever after, our goal in sight,
Let's bring it to the forefront, not hide in the night.
For neither of us can be truly right,
If we continue this silent fight,
Let's embrace each other, hold on tight,
And break free from the shadows and the spite.

Another night in this quiet gloom,
Is a night we can't afford to consume,
Let's fill our hearts with love's sweet tune,
And make this house a loving, happy room.