
In love's embrace, a subtle fear does bloom,
A dance of hearts entwined in shared unknown,
Yet fear, when harnessed, guides us to our home,
A compass through the shadows we have sown.
Love's whispers echo softly in the night,
A fragile flame that flickers in the breeze,
While fear, a sentinel, guards us from plight,
An armor forged from lessons it decrees.
Oh, love can be a tempest in disguise,
A storm that rages deep within the heart,
And fear, a beacon, opens up our eyes,
Guiding us through trials, tearing veils apart.
But as we tread this labyrinth of fate,
Both love and fear, entwined, guide us to the gate.



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