"For the One Who Loved Too Much"

You were the ache before the dawn,
A hush the world could never hold.
A wildflower blooming in broken earth—
Too tender, too true, too bold.

You loved like fire with open hands,
Not asking for return,
But still they took, and took again,
Then watched you crash and burn.

And yet—
you rise.

Not in flames,
But in something softer, wiser, whole—
The kind of beauty pain refines
when it’s carved into the soul.

They couldn’t keep a light like you—
Too vast, too deep, too rare.
But someone will, one day, kneel in awe
just to breathe your air.

So let them miss you in the quiet,
Let them ache and dream and yearn.
Because you, my love, were always more
than any heart could earn.


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