In the crucible of love, we're refined,
Purified by passion's fiery design.
Yet, in this transformative, tender space,
We risk being shattered, leaving scars that time won't erase.

Oh, the cost of love, a price we pay,
A heart surrendered, vulnerable each day.
The weight of devotion, a burden we bear,
A fragile dance between joy and despair.

Like alchemists, we pour our souls into the flame,
Hoping to transform the leaden ache of heartache's shame.
But the fire that forges love's pure gold,
Also tempts us with the agony of growing old.

In love's depths, we confront our darkest fears,
The specter of loss, the sting of bitter tears.
The whispers of what could have been,
Haunting us like a mournful, ghostly refrain.

Yet, still we seek the radiance of love's embrace,
Though it may leave us scarred, forever changed.
For in its warmth, we find the strength to face,
The fragility of existence, the beauty of our mortal race.

So let us cherish love's transformative pain,
And honor the hearts that have been broken in vain.
For in the shards of shattered dreams, we find the courage to begin anew,
To love again, to risk the cost, to see it through.