Love is a metaphor
a poem from the pov of your favorite fictional character- Caroline
Love begins with a metaphor that rules in the contradiction of vows,
The one that emphasizes the conditionality one endows
Love is a metaphor that materializes itself in the blasphemous realms of duty,
A man should not shed a tear and a woman
Should be an object of desire, alluring to the male gaze to be called a thing of beauty.
Silenced by society, obligated by the deemed call,
A woman forges to only know her worth once she loses it all
Trembling with fear as she is surmounted with desolation again,
She surrendered to the divine and a new quest surged to begin
In the eloquence of solitude, she mellowed to the eternal might,
To have faith in her power, she forged to be her light.
-Hridya
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