In true love

In oving him,, I find my voice, For him, I love unapologetically, by choice. Without conditions, imperfectly, I adore, But you, oh bastards, bring a storm to my core. A conference of doubts, a battle within, I wrestle with ungodly thoughts, a painful sin. A good man tainted by your wicked deeds, Yet my heart clings to him, despite the pleas. Oh, the struggle when love runs deep, When souls intertwine, secrets they keep. But for my own sake, I must let go, No matter his actions, my love will still flow. For in this journey, I must find my way, To cherish myself, come what may. Though love remains, a flame burning bright, I release the attachment, embrace the light. Romique