My love is fragile

My love is fragile, a butterfly's wing,

A wisp of smoke that dances on the spring.

It shies from harshness, withers with a frown,

A delicate blossom, easily brought down.

Born from a whisper, a tentative touch,

A trust built slowly, hoping not too much.

It fears the shadows, the silence that chills,

The sting of doubt, the power it instills.

Each careless word, a pinprick in its hold,

A broken promise, turning love to cold.

Misunderstandings, like thorns that can tear,

Leaving scars unseen, a burden hard to bear.

But though it's fragile, a treasure to behold,

A beauty rare, more precious than gold.

It holds within it, a strength unconfined,

A fierce devotion, a love for all mankind.

It sees the good, where others might ignore,

It finds the sunshine, behind a closing door.

It offers comfort, with a gentle hand,

A solace for the soul, a love that understands.

It dreams of futures, where hearts beat as one,

A tapestry woven, beneath the setting sun.

A world of kindness, where fears can't reside,

Just laughter and warmth, where love can confide.

So I will nurture it, with care so profound,

Shield it from harm, on sacred ground.

With gentle words and understanding true,

Help it to flourish, bathed in morning dew.

For though it's fragile, like a crystal clear,

It holds the power to conquer every fear.

It has the strength to forgive and to mend,

A love that's eternal, a love that will transcend.

And though the world may be filled with storms and strife,

My love will weather it, a beacon in my life.

A fragile flame, yet burning ever bright,

A testament to love, that shines through darkest night.