I still believe in love.
That joy can come after sorrow,
You can stop hugging the pain, let it fly away.
I believe you can love as a caterpillar,
It may be nice, but it’s limited.
Sometimes heartbreak is a cocoon, from which one emerges a butterfly,
More beautiful and able to soar.
Love is a fire, sometimes a weak fire must die,
Because it’s more smoke than burning embers.
Let go of the pain, and love yourself again.
Let the fire burn from inside out.
Let the love that you feel for yourself be a beacon, for true love.
A love that’s worth its weight in Gold.
I believe love will come around,
Clear the path of negative emotion,
Greet it like a VIP with flowers, music and dance.
Believe in love and prepare your heart for its visit.
When Love Burns