Woman in Love

Hey reader, enjoy my new poem.

A Woman in Love

I am a woman in love—who can be madder than me?
Once, I stood proud, wrapped in my own dignity,
But love has stripped me thread by thread,
Leaving nothing but his name in my head.

His joy is the only fire I need,
A flicker in his eyes, and I am freed.
Yet when his words cut, I swallow my cries,
Fearing the world may tear us apart with their spies.

I was once devoted, my faith unshaken,
But love has made me God's forsaken.
His punishments come like whispers at night,
Reminding me of the wrongs I made right.

I trampled hearts, left longing behind,
For the taste of his love, cruel yet kind.
Once, I dreamt of golden halls,
Now, I sleep where his shadow falls.

I have endured daggers, sharper than steel,
Yet I silence my pain, refuse to heal.
Because I am a woman in love.

I hate myself for the chains I wear,
I love myself for daring to care.
I am a woman in love—who can be madder than me?