Something broke inside the day I found  
The impossible truth that left me bound.  
Not words but actions I craved to see,  
In my quest for love, so endlessly.

"In-love" left me puzzled, torn apart,  
Yet part of me wanted to give my heart.  
To love deeply, fully, without refrain,  
Yet whispers warned it might bring pain.

Why, when love's unmet, do we give more,  
Teaching there's no need to even the score?  
Why let ourselves erode, bit by bit,  
Asking if they love us, waiting for it?

Instead, ask if your love remains true,  
Do they bring joy, or is it through?  
Are you better alone, finding your way,  
Than with someone who can't understand the play?

Perhaps, after all, in different tongues we speak,  
Our love languages after all do not meet.