In the depths of anguish, a broken heart lies,
Bound by chains of sorrow, it ceaselessly cries.
Yet I find myself trapped in this relentless tide,
Repeating mistakes, where emotions collide.
Oh, what sorcery is this, they call it love's embrace,
A bewitching enchantment that time can't erase.
I yearn to unravel its mystical charm,
To fathom its power, its spell, its disarm.
For my heart, though wounded, still beats with affection,
Giving love freely, without any protection.
Even when love's recipient proves undeserving,
It lingers, persistent, forever unswerving.
Like a fragile rose that continues to bloom,
Amidst storms of betrayal, it refuses to assume
That love should be withheld, kept locked away,
For it believes in the chance of a brighter day.
This spell of affection, both a blessing and a curse,
In vulnerability, it finds strength to immerse.
Yet, I seek to comprehend this sweet mystery,
To guard my heart's treasures, to protect its history.
So, let me mend these broken parts,
With newfound wisdom, guard against false starts.
And as I journey through love's intricate art,
May I learn to embrace its magic, but guard my heart.
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Paradox Of Life
PoetryCollection of poems about life and its challenges including friendship, loneliness, aloneness, love, depression, grief, betrayal and much more.
