Love's Good and Bad

Love, oh love, a fickle game we play,

A dance of joy and pain, night and day.

It can lift us high on wings of bliss,

Or tear us down with cruel and bitter twists.

The good of love is pure and bright,

A glowing flame that fills our hearts with light.

We feel alive, we feel complete,

As we bask in love's warmth and sweet retreat.

But love can turn to darkness too,

As we struggle to find a love that's true.

It can lead us down a rocky path,

Where we stumble and fall, feeling the aftermath.

The bad of love can break us down,

Leaving us with shattered hopes and dreams unbound.

We question ourselves, our worth, our fate,

As we struggle to understand love's fickle state.

But even in the darkest of days,

Love has the power to light the way.

It can heal our wounds, mend our broken hearts,

And give us the strength to make a brand-new start.

For love, though often a tricky game,

Has the power to heal, to lift, to tame.

It's worth the risk, the joy, the pain,

For love, oh love, is worth it all again and again.

Love is a force that drives us all,

A passion that can make us rise or fall.

It brings us closer to each other's hearts,

And yet it can also tear us apart.

Love can be gentle, love can be kind,

It can fill our souls and ease our minds.

It can be the sun on a cloudy day,

Or the light that guides us on our way.

But love can also be a cruel game,

Filled with heartache, tears, and pain.

It can break our hearts and shatter our dreams,

And leave us wondering what it all means.

Love is the rose with its thorny stem,

Beautiful, but capable of piercing skin.

It is the wave that can carry us away,

But also the storm that can wreck our way.

The good side of love is like a warm embrace,

A feeling that can light up our faces.

It's the joy of holding hands,

And the comfort of making plans.

It's the sound of laughter and happiness,

And the feeling of completeness and fullness.

It's the sparkle in the eyes of two people,

Lost in their world, and feeling so simple.

Love can bring us together in beautiful ways,

And make us feel like we could live for days.

It's the hope that dreams do come true,

And the feeling that everything is new.

But love can also be a bitter pill,

One that can make our hearts feel ill.

It's the pain of unrequited love,

And the fear of what happens when it is gone.

The bad side of love is like a stormy sea,

Dangerous and wild, not where we want to be.

It's the loneliness of a broken heart,

And the pain of being torn apart.

It's the feeling of losing something so dear,

And the fear of never finding love again, it's so clear.

It's the tears that come in the dark of night,

And the feeling of being left alone in the fight.

But even in the darkness of love's bad,

There is still a light that can be had.

It's the strength we gain from facing the pain,

And the hope that we can try again.

For love, though it may be a fickle thing,

Is worth the joy that it can bring.

It's worth the risk, the hurt, the pain,

To feel alive, to love, and to love again.

In the end, love is what makes us whole,

It's the flame that can light up our souls.

It can be the greatest joy of all,

And also the deepest sorrow, sometimes it's our downfall.

But even in the pain and the tears,

We must remember that love is always near.

It's what makes us human, what makes us alive,

And it's the force that helps us to thrive.

Love is both the good and the bad,

A journey that we all must have.

It's the chance to feel, grow, learn,

And to love again, despite the burn.

So let us embrace the good and the bad of love,

And cherish the moments that make our hearts move.

For, in the end, love is what matters most,

And it's what makes our lives worth the boast