"Love is a drink for the soul,
With the strength of wine and sweetness of honey. Don’t hasten to call it a feeling,
Any dyed water can deceive.
Nectar is prepared together,
Start with glances and smiles.
The more haste, the more errors,
In it, there will be many trials.
It
Pain shapes you in ways
comfort never could,
Carving out the parts of you
that need to grow.
It’s the scars that remind you
how far you’ve come,
Each one telling a story
of survival.
In the end,
it’s not about avoiding pain,
But learning to wear
your scars with pride.
-Jax