They say love’s a river; soft and wide...
A tender tide; a gentle guide
But heed me well; O foolish heart;
For love will tear your world apart

It starts with whispers; sweet and light...
A fevered dream; a stolen night
You build your castle; stone by stone...
Yet wake to find you’ve wept alone

Their words like silk; their touch like fire...
You drink the lie; consumed by desire
You trade your will; you bend; you break...
And still; you give; though much they take

They hold you close; they make you whole...
Then twist the knife into your soul
They promise always; never leave...
Then vanish fast; no time to grieve

One moment gold; the next is rust...
Love’s gentle hands will turn to dust
It lifts you high; then lets you fall...
You beg; you crawl; it takes it all

You drown in silence; choke on pain...
You watch them love; yet not the same
The heart once cradled; held so tight...
Now tossed aside; stripped of its light

Through nights of war and days of doubt...
You search for love; yet live without
A battlefield of scars and ache...
Where one must lose for one to take

And still; we chase; though love deceives...
Like autumn trees with falling leaves
We give; we burn; we fade; we learn...
Yet to its fire; we still return

So fall in love; go chase the dream...
But know the cost is more than it seems
For love’s a dagger; gold and bright...
That sings of joy; then steals your light