LOVE IS NOT CYNICAL

Love’s not cynical; it’s real— Not some gamble, some spin-wheel deal. More like a flame, steady, even at night, Not just some spark to blur your sight. It’s a hand that holds tight when it’s fight or flight. Some people, though… have felt a love that’s twisted and cold, Caught in a web of lies that just won’t grow old. Smooth talk, no feelings—breaking the heart, Tis Lust, not love; brass, not gold—fake. So love me or leave me, don’t pretend. But real love is not about power or fame, It’s a whisper, a voice softly calling your name. It’s courage to stay, the patience to wait— Like light that breaks through on a cloudy day. When love is true, it won’t make you guess, Won’t leave you doubting or feelin’ like less. It’s that peace you find in a heart that’s kind, The kind of truth that makes you feel safe, not surreal, Takes off the mask, shows what’s real. So, love me my dear… don’t say goodbye, True love is like a river, flowing steady and high— A force that runs deep, will never run dry.