A Quiet Kind of Love

I’ve chased the spark, the fleeting light,
Held a hand that let go by night.
Watched the warmth in eyes turn cold,
A story unfinished, a truth untold.

I’ve felt the rush of love’s bright flame,
A week of joy, then none to name.
Left with silence, a ghostly trace,
Of promises lost in empty space.

I’ve known the one who seemed so right,
A love that felt like morning light.
But beneath the glow, a shadow lay,
Not the person I thought each day.

And once, a heart that made me smile,
So real, so kind, so worth the while.
Yet walls I built, I could not tear,
For loving them would lead to despair.

Love isn’t kind; it twists, it bends,
A tangled web that never ends.
But still, I try, I dream, I yearn,
For someday love may yet return.

Not perfect, not planned, but deeply true,
A love that feels like skies of blue.
Until that day, I’ll hold the thread,
And weave the lessons my heart has bled.