When storms descend and shadows drape the sky,
We do not falter, though the wind may roar;
Together, we withstand what fears defy,
And find our strength in walking evermore.
Each trial faced becomes a tethered thread,
Binding our hearts through struggle and through pain;
Through sleepless nights and words we never said,
Love bears us both and teaches what we gain.
No easy path defines the course we take,
Yet hand in hand, the weight grows light, not grave;
For every wound endured, a bond we make,
A testament to hearts that dare to brave.
So love survives not in mere fleeting pleasure,
But in the steadfast act of shared endeavor.
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