The Cost Of Love

Love hurts, they say, as if a bitter truth,

For it carries both joy and pain, in its eternal youth.

With each tender touch, a vulnerability unfolds,

Leaving us exposed, as the story of love unfolds.

It starts with a spark, igniting a flame,

Filling our hearts with passion, with no one to blame.

But love's fire, untamed, can scorch and burn,

Leaving us broken, with a lesson to learn.

The whispers of affection, like a soothing breeze,

Can quickly turn into words that wound and freeze.

Love's tender promises, fragile as glass,

Shatter in an instant, leaving memories that last.

Love's dance is complex, a delicate art,

Weaving emotions, both beautiful and tart.

In its embrace, we surrender our hearts,

Knowing that pain and pleasure are never far apart.

For love is a risk, a leap of faith,

Navigating a terrain with no certain path.

It tests our resilience, challenges our might,

As we navigate the depths of passion's might.

But even in the midst of love's darkest hour,

When wounds run deep, and scars become our power,

There's a flicker of hope, a gentle embrace,

That love's healing touch can mend and erase.

For love's wounds, though they cut deep inside,

Can also pave the way for growth to reside.

They teach us resilience, they make us strong,

And in the face of heartache, we learn to carry on.

So yes, love hurts, it's true in its own way,

But it also illuminates the path, day by day.

For within love's complexities, we find our worth,

And despite the pain, we still yearn for love's rebirth.

In the end, love's wounds may leave their mark,

But they also shape us, igniting a spark.

For love's journey, though it may cause pain,

Is a testament to our humanity's gain.