The highest form of love is this
Not holding tight, but tenderness.
Consider how they feel inside,
The battles fought, the tears they hide.
Consider how your words may land,
Though true, they wound in ways unplanned.
Consider not all love looks the same,
Yet that does not mean love is in vain.
Unconditional love feels strange, unknown,
Some may reject what they’ve not grown.
But that is not your weight to bear,
Nor proof that they don’t truly care.
It’s simply love they never knew,
So let them be, and you be you.
Sometimes, the kindest thing is this—
No chains, no fight, just love’s release.
One day they may return and see,
Or find love’s truth because of thee.
And that’s enough—just let it be.