Life, a well of inconsistency,
Paradox forming a strange symmetry.
Like Beethoven's symphony,
So unique, just like yourself, so free.

Strong, yet soft as clay,
A heart still mending, a price to pay.
Hurt when he refused to stay,
Or left, perhaps, to find another way.

Maybe love left life fragile and grey,
Sorry if someone played your heart like a fray.
Never fell in love, or fell every day,
In a rush, can't stand the delay.

We only talked for a few hours today,
One side seen, okay?
Super sure, you're a dream,
Walk with pride, love, tough it may seem.