Love tiptoed in, a velvet thief,
Whispering promises, soft but brief.
It painted skies with hues so bright,
Only to plunge them into night.
I saw your flaws, but called them grace,
A fractured mirror, a flawless face.
Your words were daggers wrapped in silk,
Your love, a poison sweeter than milk.
I gave my soul, my heart, my name,
Fed the embers of a selfish flame.
Built a palace with my bare hands,
Only to find it made of sand.
I danced on lies, a foolish tune,
Chased shadows beneath the moon.
I stitched together shattered dreams,
While drowning in your silent screams.
You promised gardens, fields of bloom,
But left me wandering halls of gloom.
Your touch was fire, your gaze, a snare,
I burned for love that wasn’t there.
Love is blind, or so they say,
But blindness, too, has a price to pay.
I lost myself in your deceit,
A willing pawn beneath your feet.
I wore the blame like a second skin,
A heavy shroud you pinned within.
Yet love should never be a chain,
Nor glorify another's pain.
And still, I stayed, through endless nights,
Through raging storms and endless fights.
I clung to hope, though sharp, it stung,
A moth to flames where songs are sung.
Yet even fools can learn to see,
The truth blooms harsh, but sets you free.
For love, though blind, should never bind,
Nor leave your soul in knots confined.
And when I turned from what we were,
The aching silence began to blur.
In letting go, I found my song,
Love was blind, but I was wrong.
Love isn’t blind; it’s raw, it’s true,
It lifts, it mends, it honors you.
It isn’t false, it doesn’t steal,
It doesn’t crush the way you feel.
Now I rebuild with stronger stone,
No longer bound, no longer alone.
I know that love, when it is right,
Is not the dark, but the guiding light.
Mistakes are bricks we leave behind,
To build a love that's pure, refined.
For now I know, and see it clear,
Love isn’t blind—it draws you near.
It’s not the one who makes you weep,
But the one who stays when the waters run deep.