Love is the epitome,
A sanctuary, soft and kind.
Love is beauty, breathless wonder,
A light that never blinds.
Love is pure,
It does not wound or stray.
Love should heal, not leave you broken,
Love should never fade away.
Yet,
I give love, receive betrayal,
My heart, once boundless,
Now trembles, frail and pale.
The torture, the abuseâ
Love, where have you gone?
You were meant to shield, not shatter,
To make me safe, not leave me torn.
Love should heal, not leave me bleeding,
Love should be warm, not turn so cold.
Yet love became a masked illusion,
A tale of lies so smoothly told.
Gaslight, whispers, manipulationâ
Deception cloaked in sweet embrace.
Love, you turned your back upon me,
Left me lost in empty space.
But still, I search, though fear consumes me,
For love thatâs true, unchained, and free.
Not love that wounds, but love that mendsâ
A love that wonât abandon me.