The Tortured Doctors Department • Carlisle Cullen
All's fair in love and poetry
In a world where shadows linger and secrets softly lie,
A healer met an ancient soul beneath the twilight sky.
Her heart, a beacon of warmth in a realm so cold and vast,
His gaze, a silent promise from a timeless, distant past.
In sterile halls where science ruled, their paths began to merge,
She, with healing hands and light, he, from the shadows, did emerge.
Unseen threads of destiny wove their spirits tight,
A mortal and an immortal drawn together through the night.
She questioned all she knew, her doubts a constant weight,
Yet in his timeless eyes, she glimpsed a different fate.
For in the depth of darkness, she found a spark so bright,
A love that shone more brilliantly than the morning light.
Her presence was his solace, his touch, her gentle guide,
In the dance of life and death, their hearts stood side by side.
Through mysteries dark and secrets deep, their bond began to grow,
In the quiet of the night, their love began to show.
Their story, one of contrast, where light and dark entwine,
A testament to a love that defied the bounds of time.
In the pages of their tale, where whispers softly blend,
The healer and the timeless one found love that has no end.
