Pain of Love

In the depths of love, a bittersweet refrain,

A symphony of joy and melancholic pain.

A paradox of emotions, intertwined,

In the chambers of the heart, love's design.

Like a thorn in a bed of velvet roses fair,

Love can wound, yet also tenderly care.

It paints our world in shades of light and dark,

A masterpiece, an emotional work of art.

When love is kind, it's a soothing, gentle breeze,

But when it's cruel, it can bring us to our knees.

A heart in love is both fragile and strong,

Enduring the agony, dancing to love's song.

The tears that fall, like raindrops from the skies,

Are but reflections of love in our eyes.

The scars we bear, the wounds that never mend,

Are testament to a love that will not bend.

So, love is pain, and pain is love's embrace,

A journey through emotions, at its own pace.

In the end, it's the beauty we remember most,

Love's pain, a testament to life's grandiose.

For in the pain of love, we find our grace,

A portrait of the human heart's eternal space.

Though love may hurt, it's worth the tears it cost,

For love, despite the pain, is never truly lost.