Darkness had swallowed every trace of hue
The night so deep it drank the daylight through
The sky forgot the beauty that it knew
And feared itself too empty to renew
But then your heart beat warm against the void
A pulse that darkness somehow still enjoyed
It painted shades the shadows once destroyed
And turned the black into a richer ploy
The world regained its pigments one by one
A tapestry returned beneath the sun
The dark grew gentle—not a thing to shun
But softened by the colors you’d begun
So stay when nights turn heavy thick and hollow
When shadows stretch too wide for light to follow
For in your heart no darkness stays to swallow—
It blooms with colors only love can borrow