Love Walks Through Fire
Rather for the taking than sharing, sharing just a little to know,
Pulling the wool over my eyes, and using it for his show,
With just a sprinkle of depth, and a dash of compassion in his eyes,
In the moment I fall prey to caring more, but afterwards I realize,
It's trickery at its finest, the wind that fans his flame,
All for him with no reciprocating, it's all about his gain,
In the moment giving me hope that he's finally open to love,
Then he retracts pretending it's not real and sweeps it under the rug,
When visitors arrive he stomps on it, as if its dirt beneath his feet,
Crushing the heart he so desperately wants, he only sees it after they leave,
His madness catchs up to him, and yet he falls right back to his routine,
He cannot help himself or so that's how it seems,
I look past the crushing with sympathy because I won't lose the love inside,
I'll refuse to play the game the enemy uses to try to kill the love that's alive,
So is it really falling prey? Or is that the pain just talking?,
Because inside my heart is just the opposite, my love for him is still walking
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