In love's fierce grip, we find our souls entwined,
A tumultuous dance, both cruel and kind.
With every caress, a dagger's edge,
Yet in its embrace, we find our pledge.
Unforgettably, it scars the heart,
A journey where endings often start.
Through whispered vows and tear-stained sheets,
We navigate love's treacherous streets.
Each kiss a battlefield, each touch a war,
We fight for love, yet crave for more.
In the wreckage of passion's aftermath,
We sift through the debris of our love's bloodbath.
But amidst the chaos, a flicker of light,
A fragile hope in the darkest night.
For love, though brutal, is also kind,
In its wreckage, new beginnings we find.
So let us embrace the pain and the sorrow,
For in love's crucible, we forge tomorrow.
Unforgettably etched upon our souls,
Love's brutal truth, its highs and lows.
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That's just the way love is. Loved your poem!