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Two hearts in gilded silence stood,
Trained to smile, taught to be good.
He wore gold like second skin,
She wore grace stitched deep within.
They danced to songs not of their own,
In halls of glass, where seeds weren't sown.
And yet beneath the quiet lies,
Two souls who dreamed with open eyes.
He chased a storm in borrowed skies,
She held her breath through others' sighs.
But in the hush, they found their way,
Not loud, not bright-but sure as day.
Not made of sparks or crashing waves,
But steady steps through hidden caves.
A look, a laugh, a silent plea-
Two birds who learned to set each free.
Not love that screamed in crimson flame,
But love that softly said their name.
They were caged, yes-but not alone,
For hand in hand, they made it home.