The Paradox Of Love

Love's Illusion

When they ask me about love,
I deny its existence,
For the one I loved revealed
That love is pain disguised—
A sweet ache that tastes like honey,
Yet agonizes like thorns,
An intoxicating nectar that drowns
In a sea of despair,
Leaving only shadows in its wake.

It promises a future bright,
Yet delivers nothing but emptiness,
An illusion of connection,
Withering as time unfolds.
A dance of ecstasy, now a haunting melody,
Plays in the chambers of my heart,
A bittersweet symphony
That annihilates hope with every note.

In the depths of my yearning,
I find solace in the ache,
A reminder that love is not mere bliss,
But a journey through darkness,
Where each tear becomes a testament
To beauty and sorrow intertwined,
A paradox of longing that lingers,
A flame that burns yet leaves me cold.

So when they ask me about love,
I'll speak of its contradictions—
Of joy wrapped in pain,
Of lessons learned in heartache,
And strength rising from the ashes.
For love, in all its complexity,
Is a bittersweet masterpiece,
A canvas painted with both light and dark,
A testament to the resilience of the heart.