When love does not protect the heart,
It's like a fragile vessel torn apart.
In the shadows where trust departs,
A wounded soul in love's thwart.

The armor of affection, now laid bare,
Exposing vulnerabilities to the cold, harsh air.
A heart unguarded, an open space,
Where echoes of pain find a dwelling place.

In the absence of love's gentle shield,
The wounds deepen, and emotions yield.
Yet, resilience lingers in the dark,
A spark of hope, an essential spark.

When love does not shield from the storm,
The heart weathers, battered and worn.
But in the echoes of love's lost art,
It raises the strength to restart.

For even in vulnerability, a power lies,
To heal, to mend, to again arise.
In the dance of emotions, a brand new start,
Emerges from the ashes when love does not protect the heart.