When Love Trembles

When first your laughter dawned like sun on silvered dew, I believed each heartbeat mapped to mine, in perfect view. Your smile became my compass, guiding day and night, And every whispered promise shone unbearably bright.

But in the hush between our breaths, a question took its shape: If love can bloom in storms, will it endure when tempests break? I traced the tremor in your voice—an echo of retreat— And wondered if commitment lies in vows or in heartbeat.