14/09/2022
My love for you has been through much.
It has been tested times and times again.
It had to go through so many obstacles.
It had to be shaped and sculptured like
an iron blade in the fire.
It had to struggle to get through to the
other side of a never-ending maze.
It had to bloom and then die over and
over again, rolling back and forth to
an eternal time loop.
It was broken and then left on a dusted
self, like a porcelain doll which is no
more wanted.
And in the end it just perished.
That was inevitable.
It was destined to be nurtured for a long
period of time, just to grow and then die
within a day, like a beautiful butterfly.
Like a moth it was attracted by the
flames burning strong from your soul.
But the truth my darling is that you can't
be playing with fire and not get burned.
That is a lesson very well learned...
