The Weight of Love
In a quiet town where shadows grow long,
Lived a girl named Olivia, with dreams like a song.
At seventeen, her spirit danced wild and free,
But tethered to love, she longed to just be.
Her husband, a heart made of gold's warm embrace,
Showered her with love that filled every space.
He painted her world with colors so bright,
Yet under that brilliance, she felt the tight night.
"Too much," she whispered, beneath starlit skies,
Feeling lost in affection, she yearned for the rise.
The burden of adoration, a weight deep inside,
With every embrace, a reason to hide.
“Oh, to run far,” she dreamt with a sigh,
Where the winds would take her, where boundaries comply,
To find herself wandering, no chains to behold,
Where dreams stretch like oceans, untainted, untold.
She watched as the moon cast its glow on her face,
Imagining futures where she set her own pace.
But his love wrapped around her, both warm and constraining,
A paradox of bliss that left her heart waning.
In the stillness, she pondered, tears in her eyes,
Each heartbeat a question, a teetering prize.
“Could love be a fortress, but also a cage?
A story too vibrant to fit on one page?”
Oh Olivia, dear, it’s a world vast and grand,
Where love isn’t limited to a mere holding hand.
So she stood with resolve, betwixt heartache and grace,
To find a new meaning in love's sweet embrace.
For the journey she sought was not fleeing away,
But a dance of her spirit in life's grand ballet.
To carve her own path while he loved her still,
A harmony found in the strength of their will.
So she reached for the stars, set her sights on the dawn,
With her husband beside her, their fears now withdrawn.
For in the end, love is not owning, but free,
A union of souls, where each can just be.