Sometimes, love is not enough—
I bloom in fields of unspoken dreams,
Like a flower reaching for the sun.
While he stands tall like a mighty oak tree,
Rooted in the earth, second to none.

I dance with the whispers of the wind,
But his trust only for solid ground longs
Our hearts beat in time, yet sing in discord,
For his silence never catches my songs.
And love… isn’t enough.

Sometimes, love is not enough—
I see stars waltzing on the waves.
I am like the ocean, pulled by the moon,
He sees a sea to be navigated, tamed
And waits in the shoreline steady as stone.

I reach for the heavens with open arms,
I reach for constellations he cannot see,
But he clings to the earth, like roots,
Hands closed, clenched in safety
And love… isn’t enough.

Sometimes, love is not...