In shadows cast, where love's illusion weaves,
A labyrinth of tangled hearts, deceived,
Beware the love that bears no wounds,
It is but a fleeting dream, a shallow bend.


For in the wilderness of desires, we roam,
Where wild roses hide their thorns in fragrant foam,
It's not love if it doesn't hurt, they say,
A riddle in passion's intricate display.


Like a tempest in a vessel, fierce and wild,
In fragile porcelain hearts, storms of love compiled,
The tempest's fury leaves its mark, we find,
In every shattered piece, a tale defined.


A wildfire, fierce and uncontained,
A burning...