our own hearts

We build castles in the sky, Dreaming of a love that will never die. But reality comes crashing down, Leaving us with a heartache profound. We put our trust in others' hands, Hoping they'll meet our lofty demands. But often they fall short, Leaving us feeling hurt and distraught. We set our expectations high, Believing love will never pass us by. But when it doesn't meet our dreams, We're left picking up the shattered seams. Sometimes we break our own hearts, With expectations that tear us apart. But through the pain, we learn to grow, And find a love that's true and slow. So let us not expect too much, But embrace love with a gentle touch. For in the end, it's not about perfection, But the journey of love's reflection.