PHILOPHOBIA

In shadows' embrace, the heart finds its plight, A dance of whispers, where doubts intertwine, Fear of love's fire, ablaze in the night, A fragile heart's rhythm, aching, malign. Tales of devotion often paint a sweet hue, Yet past scars linger, like shadows they cast, Vulnerability, a canvas so true, Where echoes of pain from the past hold fast. Oh, to surrender to love's tender grace, To cast off the armor that shields the soul, But what if affection's a fleeting chase? What if its flames consume and take their toll? Yet in this dark struggle, a truth may gleam, For within our fears, love finds its supreme.