Poetry's Palette

Love's Unbalanced Dance!

He was the one that started it all,
A flicker of hope, standing tall.
He ventured into depths unknown,
A love so fierce, it could've shown.

With every word, he touched my soul,
A connection that made me whole.
I turned towards him, like sunflowers do,
Seeking warmth in a love so true.

Like petals reaching for the sun's embrace,
I yearned for his love, his tender grace.
He held my heart, he held my trust,
In his arms, I placed my love, robust.

But as the story unfolded, I confess,
It was he who fell first, I must address.
Though I fell harder, deeper in this game,
Love's bitter truth, it will remain.

For while my love grew, fierce and strong,
His heart faltered, his love went wrong.
A painful realization, it tore me apart,
As I discovered the fractures in his heart.

Yet, I can't deny the depth of my fall,
The intensity of love's beckoning call.
I fell harder, with every beat of my heart,
In love's labyrinth, I played my part.

And so, I stand here with a heart bruised,
Recalling the moments we both infused.
He was the one who started it all,
But it was I who fell, taking the fall.

In the echoes of love's heartbreaking lines,
I find solace, where pain intertwines.
For even in heartbreak, lessons reside,
And within me, love will always abide.