They say that love’s a gentle flame,
A light that never dies.
But sometimes love will whisper lies,
And hide behind goodbyes.

It starts so soft, a sweet delight,
A glance, a touch, a spark—
But slowly turns to sleepless nights,
And hearts left in the dark.

You give your soul, you bare your chest,
You dream with eyes wide shut.
But love can take and never rest,
And leave your spirit cut.

The laughter fades, the silence grows,
You feel you're not enough.
And every word, once wrapped in rose,
Now sounds so sharp and rough.

You miss them when they're standing near,
You cry with no real cause.
You smile while drowning in your fear,
And ache without a pause.

Love isn’t always soft and kind,
It breaks, it bleeds, it bends.
It digs its roots into your mind,
Then leaves you in the end.

So yes, love shines, but it can burn—
And turn your skies to gray.
A gift, a curse, a twist, a turn—
That sometimes steals the day.