For Love

I love without measure, I give without end,

But they pull away, say it’s more than they can stand.

They don’t see the beauty, they don’t feel the weight,

Of a love that was never meant to hesitate.

If love is a gift, then why does it burn?

Why does it leave me so open, so torn?

Still, I will love, even if they turn away,

Love, for love was never meant to fade.”

I’ve traced every echo of love left behind,

Still reaching for hands that won’t hold onto mine.

They call it too heavy, say it’s too much stress,

But tell me, how could I love them any less?

If love is a gift, then why does it burn?

Why does it leave me so open, so torn?

Still, I will love, even if they turn away,

Love, for love was never meant to fade.

Maybe love was never meant to be easy,

Maybe love was never meant to sway.

But I know this fire was placed inside me,

And I’ll never let them take that away.

If love is a gift, then why does it burn?

Why does it leave me so open, so torn?

Still, I will love, even if they turn away,

Love, for love was never meant to fade.

So I will love, even when it aches,

Even when my heart is the one that breaks.

For love isn’t lost just because it’s not returned,

It was always meant to be given, not earned.