In fierce debates and cutting jabs, Our hearts were bruised, our minds were stabbed. Yet through the storm of fierce retorts, A quiet shift in passion courts. Where once were barbs, now tender sighs, A spark of warmth in cold replies. The venom fades, replaced by grace, As enmity gives way to embrace. From poisoned past, a promise springs, A love that blooms on gentle wings. What once was bitter, harsh, and grim, Now dances soft on love's sweet hymn. (I didnt write this, I chatgpt-ed it...)