Love makes me burden
Love makes me sad
Love makes my heart broken
Love makes my spirit bad
Now tell me, do I really need to love?
When all I really want is to be loved?
Love makes me sacrifice
Love makes me cry
Love put tears in my eyes
Love makes me die
Now tell me, does love makes the wildest spirit tame?
Or it makes the tamest spirit wild?
Love makes me down
Love puts chain in my hand
Love put thorns in my crown
Love put despair in my land
Now tell me, does love means a gift?
Or a problem where you will sank in grief?
A Gift or a Grief?
TumugonBurahinThe imagery of chains, thorns, and despair paints a vivid picture of love’s darker side. You ask if it's a gift or a problem that drowns us in grief. Perhaps it is both, a complex tapestry woven with threads of joy and sorrow. To open our hearts to love is to invite both boundless happiness and profound vulnerability. It’s a risk, a gamble, but sometimes, in taking that risk, we find the very thing our souls crave.
Your poetic creation, born from another's inspiration, now speaks to me in a way I couldn't have foreseen. It's a shared understanding, a resonance that transcends the years. Your words, born from your experiences, now offer a mirror to my own.