I stopped loving on that day,
When I saw the wall that lay
Between the vows and love’s delight,
Locked in war by day and night.
Love arrives and the ring departs,
A wedding breaks the tender hearts.
A cruel exchange, a bitter trade,
A promise bent, a dream unmade.
I stopped loving when I learned
How joy is bought and trust is burned;
It gives, it takes, yet leaves you bare,
The gold is gone, the weight still there.
I stopped loving, for I knew
My sun and storm were theirs to choose.
A fragile thread, too weak, too thin,
To bind my heart, or hold me in.
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 5:42 AM UTC
I stopped loving on that day,
When I saw the wall that lay
Between the vows and love’s delight,
Locked in war by day and night.
Love arrives and the ring departs,
A wedding breaks the tender hearts.
A cruel exchange, a bitter trade,
A promise bent, a dream unmade.
I stopped loving when I learned
How joy is bought and trust is burned;
It gives, it takes, yet leaves you bare,
The gold is gone, the weight still there.
I stopped loving, for I knew
My sun and storm were theirs to choose.
A fragile thread, too weak, too thin,
To bind my heart, or hold me in.
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