In shadows cast by silver moons, A heart learns where true love resides, Not always from the gentlest croons, But in the cuts where pain abides. When tender whispers fade too soon, And silver spoons are far withheld, We find our hearts, though rough and hewn, In places where sharp truths are spelled. With tender lips, the blades we graze, For love that's real, though bittersweet, Through scars and stars our spirits blaze, To find the love beneath defeat. In lessons forged by jagged steel, A deeper grace begins to grow, For love is not in what we steal, But in the courage we bestow.