Love, a force that fills us with delight,
Can also leave us in the darkest of nights,
For though it brings us joy and ecstasy,
It also holds the potential to hurt and deceive.
It’s a delicate dance, this game of the heart,
One misstep can tear us apart,
And when love goes wrong, the pain can be immense,
A wound that lingers, long after the offense.
Why is it then, that we continue to seek,
This thing called love, so fragile and meek?
Perhaps it’s the hope that drives us on,
The chance for a connection, that makes us strong.
For in love, we find a reflection of ourselves,
A sense of belonging, that nothing else delves,
And even though it may bring us to our knees,
It’s a risk we’re willing to take, to be set free.
For loving is not just about the happy times,
It’s about facing the pain, the hurt, the crimes,
It’s about being vulnerable, and taking a chance,
And trusting that in the end, we’ll find romance.
So though it may be painful, at times unbearable,
Loving is worth it, for it’s undeniable,
That in the moments of pure and true love,
We find a glimpse of heaven, from up above.
