They say that love is a little bit more painful during the most tender moments, where emotions stray. Love has a bittersweet flavor that resides in the heart, blending joy and pain in a single episode.

Love is the ache that comes with longing and the pang of saying goodbye, the tears that fall and the echoed sigh. It is a delicate balance on a fragile shore, a little more painful, but still worth it.

It is the tender scars from battles fought in the labyrinth of emotions, both cold and hot. It is the touch of sorrow in the sweetness found in the symphony of feelings, both lost and found.

Love's pain is a testament, a chapter untold, in the stories of hearts where emotions unfold. It is a poignant reminder that love's folklore is a little more painful, and yet, we adore.

In the depth of pain, resilience thrives. Love's pain is a testament to what truly survives. It is the beauty in vulnerability's lure, a little more painful, yet love remains pure.

So let love's hurt be a part of its lore, in the tapestry of emotions that hearts explore. For in love's trials, we find what's in store, a little more pain, yet love forevermore.

Love comes out of a dream, so it seems,
Born from the whims of midnight streams.
In the realms of slumber, where fantasies roam,
Love blossoms freely, finding its home.

In the haze of dreams, where desires take flight,
Love emerges, a beacon of light.
From the depths of the subconscious mind,
It surfaces, genuine and kind.

From whispered wishes in the night's embrace,
Love arises, adorned with grace.
In the landscapes of dreams, where reality bends,
Love weaves its tale, a message it sends.

It paints a picture with hues so bright,
Love's palette in the realm of the night.
From dreamscapes to reality's gleam,
Love transcends, more than it may seem.

For love comes out of a dream's allure,
An ethereal essence, gentle and pure.
In the waking hours, its presence beams,
For love indeed arises from cherished dreams.

When the looking-mirror holds a gaze,
Reflections alive in mysterious ways.
Eyes not of glass but of living light,
Revealing secrets, both dark and bright.

In the silent chambers of reflection's view,
Whispers of truths, both old and new.
The mirror, a portal to unseen places,
Where faces stare back with enigmatic graces.

When the looking-mirror itself can see,
Past the surface, deeper it flees.
Echoes of stories it quietly holds,
Of untold wonders and secrets untold.

Eyes that watch in a wordless trance,
Catching glimpses of every fleeting chance.
They witness the joys and sorrows untamed,
In the realm of the mirror where images claimed.

Through time and space, its vision extends,
Grasping moments, making amends.
When the looking mirror bears a soul,
It echoes a tale of lives made whole.

Love, come touch my soul with your tender embrace,
In your ethereal presence, find a sacred space.
Let your gentle whispers soothe my inner toll,
Envelop my being, let your essence make me whole.

Like a soft melody playing in the night,
Your touch ignites stars and fills my spirit with light.
In the silent chambers where emotions swirl,
Love, come touch my soul, let your warmth unfurl.

Wrap me in serenity, calm my restless mind,
In your gentle caress, peace I seek to find.
Heal the wounds within, make brokenness complete,
In your gentle touch, let my spirit retreat.

Oh love, an artist painting hues divine,
In your tender embrace, let our souls entwine.
Bring solace to my heart, make my spirit feel,
In your boundless love, let my essence heal.

Love, come touch my soul, in your gentle way,
With every tender touch, fears fade away.
Restore the faith, let your pure essence extol,
Oh love, come touch my soul, make it whole.

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.

Yeah, I come from an abusive and broken home
with beer bottles, trash cans and broken glass
without chandlers hanging from the ceiling
to reflect the past
a place were there is no love dying
yeah, that is where I am from
straight from the hood on the southside
I am from the projects with the jumbo hungry ghetto rats
Even the roaches are not afraid of nothing and they carve you up with their switchblades
So, I have to cheat and steal
to get my daily bread
while on the run from dusk to dawn
man, you just hear what I said
While all my days turned black blue and red
now I carry some heat to survive on these mean streets
I had no choice but to join a gang for love and protection
Still, I am running drugs from nine to five to stay alive
Yes, I know I have to pay some dues to find the open door
So mama please pray for me to stay alive

Our love now written in the stars,
A cosmic tale that transcends all bars.
In the celestial canvas, a radiant dance,
A saga of love, an eternal romance.

Each twinkle above tells our story,
In constellations of love and glory.
The moonlight echoes our whispered vows,
As the universe witnesses our sacred drowse.

Galaxies swirl with hues so divine,
Our love's journey, an infinite line.
Written in stardust, in cosmic ink,
Our souls entwined, no need to rethink.

Planets align in harmonious grace,
Reflecting the love in our embrace.
The Milky Way weaves dreams untold,
In the language of love, pure and bold.

Meteor showers, like kisses we share,
Our love's brilliance fills the cosmic air.
In the vast expanse, where infinity starts,
Our love now written in the stars.

So, let the heavens be our eternal page,
Our love story, an ageless sage.
In the astral tapestry, where galaxies mar,
If you let me sing a few bars
Our love is forever, written in the stars.