This weary heart, it beats as one,
With dreams of laughter, setting sun.
A whispered vow, a gentle hand,
To rebuild love, across the land.

The spark is gone, replaced by strain,
A fragile peace, a constant rain.
She yearns for touch, a gentle word,
To feel connected, truly heard.
But bills to pay and mouths to feed,
The weight of life, a crushing need.
She fights for hope, for love's embrace,
To mend the cracks, find time and space.