Lost in Passion, Starved for Love

Too Many Lovers, Not Enough Love

So many hands that gently trace,

Yet hearts remain in empty space.

Soft embraces, fleeting touch,

Yet never holding on to much.

Smiles exchanged but none sincere,

Whispers spoken, lost to fear.

Promises made like lines in sand,

Washed away by careless hands.

Eyes that glimmer, yet they stray,

Seeking love but looking away.

A thousand lips, a hundred names,

Yet love feels like a losing game.

Letters sealed but never sent,

Moments lived but not well spent.

Fires ignited, burned too fast,

Nothing real is made to last.

Hearts left guarded, locked inside,

Afraid to love, afraid to try.

Too many lovers, fleeting and blind,

Yet love itself is hard to find.

So here we stand, the night turns cold,

Stories brief, yet never told.

The passion fades, the echoes cry—

Why does love just pass us by?

Too many lovers, not enough love.