Love cannot thrive where it’s not welcome,
Where walls are built, and hearts seldom open.
It lingers briefly, a fleeting breeze,
But soon retreats, its spirit seized.

It cannot bloom in hostile air,
Where trust is scarce and warmth is rare.
Its roots require the softest ground,
A fertile space where hope is found.

You cannot force its gentle grace,
Or beg it to remain in...