The Love That Won’t Let Go

I cannot stop this heart of mine,

Though bruised and broken, it still shines.

For even in the darkest pain,

It whispers softly, calls your name.

The wounds you left, they cut so deep,

Yet still, my love, you haunt my sleep.

For every tear that fell like rain,

There’s laughter that still soothes the pain.

The fire burned, the storm would rage,

We tore each other, page by page.

But in between the shattered nights,

Were moments bathed in golden light.

Your hands, though harsh, have also healed,

Your words, though sharp, have warmth revealed.

And when we soared, the world stood still—

A love so fierce, a force, a thrill.

I know the scars, I bear them well,

Yet in your arms, I used to dwell.

And though the past still holds its weight,

The love remains—it won’t abate.

But maybe time has paved the way,

For change to bloom, for hearts to stay.

I know there’s hope still left for us,

Yet fear still lingers, doubt still tugs.

I don’t want history to repeat,

To taste the bitter with the sweet.

But people change, I’ve seen it too,

And love can make the old brand new.

So tell me now, is this our time?

To heal, to trust, to realign?

Can love rebuild what once was lost,

And stand unshaken through the cost?

Because I know what’s in my heart,

I’ve known it from the very start.

But now it’s time for me to see—

If us means just as much to you as it does to me.