Amid the roar of life's relentless storm,
Where clamor drowns the whispers of the heart,
Our love endures, steadfast in steadfast form,
A quiet force no turmoil can depart.
Through shattered plans and days that tumble wild,
Through noise and haste and trials unforeseen,
We find in one another still a child,
A tender calm where chaos once had been.
The world may shift, its walls and rules undone,
Yet love persists beyond the shifting tide;
It bends, it yields, but cannot be outrun,
A harbor firm where battered souls reside.
So let the storm rage on, its fury spent—
Our hearts remain, unbroken and unbent.
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