In the heart of a home where love once bloomed,
A storm brews silently in its rooms.
A son, with a heart, has made his choice,
But his love doesn't make his family rejoice.
His bride-to-be, a maiden fair,
With dreams in her eyes and sun-kissed hair.
She holds his heart, he holds her hand,
But his family refuses to understand.
They see not love, but differences vast,
A future echoing shadows of the past.
Yet the son and his love stand strong and tall,
Hoping love will conquer all.
In this dance of love and familial ties,
Where truth contends with fearful lies,
May understanding dawn and bring the light,
And guide them all to what is right.
For love knows not the boundaries we create,
It seeks only to bridge the gaps of hate.
The son and his bride, a beacon of hope,
Hold hands and walk through life's tightrope.
They face the storm together, unwavering, strong,
Knowing love's path is never wrong.
With patience and grace, they strive to show,
That love is something we all should know.
And though the storm may rage and roar,
They hold on tight, forevermore,
For love withstands the harshest gale,
And in its embrace, hearts never fail.
In time, the walls may start to crumble,
And hearts once hardened may rumble,
With understanding blooming like a rose,
Love will conquer where it goes.
The heart of a home, where love once bloomed,
Will soon again be filled with joy, not doomed.
For love knows no prejudice, no hate,
It simply exists to transcend our fate.
So let the storm brew silently in its rooms,
And watch as love's embrace fully blooms.
For in the heart of a home, where love is found,
A newfound harmony will resound.