Layout by: Genesis Amemita
Published by: Kristine Joyce Soriano
Date Published: April 10, 2025
Time Published: 3:08 PM
Category: Poetry
Subject: The Paradox of Love
It isnβt love if it doesnβt make your sanity drown in chaos,
if it doesnβt blur the line between ruin and rapture,
between prison and paradise, where hearts beat recklessly,
aching for the fire that both burns and binds.
Love is not a gentle whisper, but a hurricaneβs hymn,
pulling you into depths unknown, where logic crumbles,
where every touch is both a wound and a wonder,
where absence feels like exile and presence, a war.
It is the paradox we crave, the madness we choose,
a storm that leaves us shattered, yet whole,
for what is love if not the beautiful disaster,
that we surrender to again and again?
Love is the chaos we learn to crave,
a storm we welcome with open arms,
where destruction and beauty collide,
leaving us breathless in the wreckage.
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roevart (n.d.) Pinterest. https://ph.pinterest.com/pin/8444318045980769/
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