A symphony of moments,
Whispers in the night,
Hands entwined under summer stars,
The soft hum of contentment.

It blooms in unexpected places,
A glance, a touch, a shared laugh,
Rooted deep in the soul,
Stretching towards the infinite.

But the courtroom battle,
Silent, yet deafening,
Unravels the bind of what was.

It’s the echo of forgotten promises,
The cold emptiness of a shared bed,
A dance of shadows and lost dreams,
Where it once danced in light.

It’s the opening argument,
Strong, persuasive, hopeful,
Yet the cross-examination,
Turns truths to brittle lies.

In the end, They are two sides of the same case,
One defends, the other prosecutes,
Both leaving their mark on the heart.