Your love has led me through veils of night,
To cities hidden from the sun’s bright light.
Before your gaze, I knew not this pain,
Where joy dissolves and tears remain.
I walked on roads of ache and stone,
Each step a path to the vast unknown.
The fountains there flow with sorrow’s wine,
A sweetness laced with grief divine.
Your eyes became my compass and guide,
Through storms within, to oceans wide.
I learned the taste of salt in rain,
A language carved from love’s own vein.
No heart can live if it does not weep,
For sorrow wakes what silence keeps.
Through burning streets, I began to see,
A human is born from such agony.
Without your love, was I ever whole?
A hollow frame without a soul.
Now I belong to this endless fire,
For pain reveals the lover’s desire.
Your love is both the wound and balm,
A chaos wrapped in tranquil calm.
Through cities of sorrow, you make me stay,
Dragging my shadow toward the day.
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 1:10 AM UTC
Your love has led me through veils of night,
To cities hidden from the sun’s bright light.
Before your gaze, I knew not this pain,
Where joy dissolves and tears remain.
I walked on roads of ache and stone,
Each step a path to the vast unknown.
The fountains there flow with sorrow’s wine,
A sweetness laced with grief divine.
Your eyes became my compass and guide,
Through storms within, to oceans wide.
I learned the taste of salt in rain,
A language carved from love’s own vein.
No heart can live if it does not weep,
For sorrow wakes what silence keeps.
Through burning streets, I began to see,
A human is born from such agony.
Without your love, was I ever whole?
A hollow frame without a soul.
Now I belong to this endless fire,
For pain reveals the lover’s desire.
Your love is both the wound and balm,
A chaos wrapped in tranquil calm.
Through cities of sorrow, you make me stay,
Dragging my shadow toward the day.
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