Love is not hollow

Its path is not easy to follow

It exists without any reason

Yet, you feel it in every season

Love is tough

Love is wise

Love is wild

Love is......just love.

Life has turned gloomy now.

Poetry is my only light.

I share it with the world.

Once kindness you showed
Now there is only hatred
O, how time changes.

Once you gave me

wings to fly,

told me I could

touch the sky.

Why everything

changed so much?

Why did you

burn my wings,

brought me back

down to your knees?

To accuse someone without knowing

the whole truth is a crime in itself.

Dark clouds come and go,
but the sun always stays.

Yet every dark cloud manages
to leave behind a scar–

one that even the blazing sun
can neither erase nor hide.

You are lucky
if you still have hope
for the return of your love.

To still have the dream
of holding each other's hands
in the sunset of your life.

Not everyone is so lucky
for some, love always remains
a distant dream.
No hope to hold on to,
no one to wait for.

Just empty life
to live on.