Love never lies;

It's pure clarity

Who claims it does

Has never earned its glow

Perhaps they've planted

Thorns in honesty

And now they reap

The cold their choices sow

If it wounds

It's full of intensity

Like fire that burns

And pulls me in its flow

To those who judge

It leaves but a memory

Of light their hearts

Could never truly show

And if Love's wrath

Consumes my every day

I take it as a gift

Not as torment

They're wounds that heal

The sadness on my way

And turn my pain

Into a sweet lament

Love is a flame that blinds

And still ignites

Compassionate when hearts

Are strong and true

If it's unkind

It's 'cause something it fights

For those who scorn

It taste its bitter hue

But I, who suffer

And embrace its heat

Carry its trials like praises

Bittersweet

For pain itself can be poetic art

A gift the world receives

From Love's pure heart

And if Love's wrath

Consumes my every day

I take it as a gift

Not as torment

They're wounds that heal

The sadness on my way

And turn my pain

Into a sweet lamente

And if Love's wrath

Consumes my every day

I take it as a gift

Not as torment

They're wounds that heal

The sadness on my way

And turn my pain

Into a sweet lament

I'd trade a thousand worlds

For Love's torment

For in its fire, life burns

With bright delight

Among its trials

I find my nourishment

To love is feeling

Even through the night

And if Love's wrath

Consumes my every day

I take it as a gift

Not as torment

They're wounds that heal

The sadness on my way

And turn my pain

Into a sweet lament

Oh, Love, my thorn

And my celestial skies

Within my heart

Your path forever lies