Love is a ghost again, a haunting refrain,
A spirit that wanders in joy and in pain.
It lingers like mist, elusive and fleet,
In whispers of longing, in moments bittersweet.

A spectral presence felt in the heart's beat,
Love's apparition is so tender and sweet.
It vanishes and returns, an ethereal sight,
A phantom that dances in the shadows of night.

Love, a ghost, in memories it thrives,
In the echoes of laughter, in tender archives.
It haunts the corridors of cherished past,
A spirit that endures, destined to last.

Fleeting yet potent, an elusive guide,
Love appears and vanishes like the tide.
A ghostly echo of emotions untamed,
In the soul's vast mansion, it's gently claimed.

Though intangible, it's an essence, a spark,
Love's spectral form in the moments dark.
A phantom that whispers, a ghostly refrain,
Love, eternal, returns again and again.

So let it roam, this ghostly friend,
Love is a specter that will never end.
In its ethereal form, it transcends the plain,
For love, as a ghost, forever will remain.

Cracks in their souls, a subtle fracture,
Invisible lines, where emotions capture.
A tender rift in the heart's deep core,
Where pains and sorrows tend to be stored.

Each fracture is a story, silently told,
In the echoes of moments, both young and old.
The cracks, like veins of a fragile art,
Reveal the battles fought within the heart.

Some cracks from losses, some from fears,
Etched by the weight of countless tears.
Yet, in each fracture, there lies a strength,
A testament to resilience, of remarkable length.

They don't diminish the soul's inner glow,
But render it more human, as stories grow.
The cracks allow the light to seep,
Where healing begins, from the scars so deep.

In those fractures, empathy finds its space,
Understanding others, their struggles, and their grace.
Cracks in their souls, though they might be,
Show beauty in imperfection, for all to see.

From these fractures, lessons bloom,
A wisdom that transcends the gloom.
Cracks in their souls, a mosaic of life,
Embracing both joy and strife.

So let these cracks in souls be told,
A testament to the stories they hold.
For in their fractures, there's resilience untold,
A testament to the strength of the human soul.

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.