The Melody of Love and Truth

Love, even when it lies still,
Leaves its fingerprint upon the soul.
A whisper, a memory, a gentle ache —
Proof that it once made us whole.

Trust is a song that breaks but once,
Its rhythm shattered, its lyrics torn.
No rewrite can restore its sound,
Only silence where it was once born.

When truth filled a home like music,
But betrayal dimmed its tune,
The melody must wander onward,
To find another heart, another room.

Forgiveness is not forgetting,
It is remembering without flame.
It is strength that walks through shadows,
And never calls them by their name.

Some songs are born from joy,
Others rise from tears and pain;
But every note, both high and low,
Becomes wisdom’s soft refrain.

Every legend needs its shadows,
A horizon to define its light.
For truth waits quietly in the dark,
Patient for the dawn’s first sight.

The past will always find its way home,
But don’t dwell upon its door.
It is the battlefield of the mind —
Not the place to live anymore.

No matter the ache, seek not closure,
For closure is where songs must end.
Live where the rhythm still dances,
Where melodies heal and hearts mend.

It is never too late to love again.
The right person may be a mile hard to find,
But if you search diligently,
With the voice and sound of your heart,
You will find love waiting for you.

All it takes is patience —
And the courage to love yourself first,
While your heart echoes,
Sending letters of invitation
Of love across the world.
For love, like music, never dies —
It only waits for the right keys to play,
Just as love waits, in tender silence,
For the right heart to come its way.