In the realm of love, a mystic force,
Life blooms with joy or takes a remorse.
Love, a paradox, both bliss and despair,
Where hearts break or find solace rare.

Why does love inflict such deep wounds?
Stealing happiness, like silent monsoons.
In the one adored, dreams may shatter,
Or destiny diverges, a painful matter.

What fault lies in a heart so pure,
That sees love in every...