Love is disaster

Love is disaster, a storm in the night, Winds of passion fierce, yet fragile as light. It sweeps through the heart, leaving echoes of pain, A beautiful chaos, like wild, endless rain. In the wreckage it leaves, we find ourselves lost, Reckoning the beauty, but counting the cost. Shattered dreams whisper in the hollow of air, Yet we long for the fire, though we know it’s unfair. But disaster is life, and love its cruel art, Crafting worlds of sorrow from the soul’s deepest part. Still, we embrace it, again and again, For in love’s disaster, we are born from the pain.