Through storms we’ve walked, through fire we’ve passed, With wounds that heal but scars that last. Yet in the ashes, love remains, A bond unbroken by the pain. We’ve faced the darkest nights alone, But found our way, together grown. In every tear, in every fight, Our hearts held on with all their might. Survivor’s love, it stands the test, When life is hard, it gives its best. Not just in joy, but in the strife, It carves a deeper, richer life. For every bruise, for every fall, We rise again, we stand tall. Love that survives, so brave, so true, Endures all things, and blooms anew.
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