The Weight Of Love

I gave you all I had, though small,
Wrote your words when mine would fall.
I loved you deep, as oceans hold,
But you turned away, seeking gold.

Your laughter, once a shelter warm,
Now echoes in the silent storm.
Rent unpaid, fees unmet,
Your love became a debt, a threat.

Another came, another chance,
I shared my crumbs, a fleeting dance.
But love, it seemed, was not enough—
Without wealth, the road was rough.

They say love conquers all, but no—
Not when pockets are hollow, slow.
You left me too, with just one thought:
That only riches can be bought.

So now, I guard my heart with steel,
For love, I fear, is not quite real.
A currency I cannot trade,
In this world where wealth is made.

But in the quiet, I still ask,
Is love beyond this heavy mask?
Could it be more than what we own,
A place, a hand, a heart, a home?