In a world where love is prone to smother,
Where hearts are shattered, never meant to recover.
We tread cautiously on the paths of affection,
Each step taken with fear, mindful of rejection.

Oh, how swiftly love can turn to hate,
A sour taste that lingers, that seals our fate.
Once vibrant hearts left feeling numb,
Lost in the darkness, longing for the sun.

Words whispered, promises broken, trust shattered,
Emotions churned and scattered, all tattered.
We try to hold on, to salvage what remains,
But the scars run deep, flowing through our veins.

Yet, amidst the chaos, hope still lingers,
A seed of possibility that gently stirs.
For in the smother of hearts, there lies a chance,
To find a love that withstands life's cold dance.

To mend the wounds and heal the soul,
To let forgiveness and understanding take control.
For true love knows no bounds, no limits, no end,
It strengthens, it uplifts, it helps hearts to mend.

So, persevere, my friend, in the face of dismay,
For love's vibrant light will drive the darkness away.
Smothered hearts shall find solace once more,
In the embrace of a love worth fighting for.