In the realm where hearts entwine,
Sometimes it's not the butterflies that align,
But the subtle ache, the lingering strain,
That whispers softly, "You're in love," again.
For love's true essence, not always serene,
It carves its mark, where scars convene,
In the depths where passion and longing reign,
It's not just joy, but also pain.
Through trials endured, and tears that fall,
Love's endurance, it conquers all,
In the shadows, where doubts may rove,
It's not just butterflies, but pain, that proves.
So heed not only the fluttering flight,
But also the agony, the sleepless night,
For in love's tapestry, woven by the above,
Sometimes it's the pain that whispers, "Love."
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Broken Down Me
PoesíaWithin the pages of this book, you'll embark on a profound exploration of the human experience. Through poetry, the delicate dance of love, the tender embrace of gratitude, and the haunting depths of depression and anxiety are woven into verse. You'...
