Love Is a Dilemma

 

Love Is a Dilemma

Love arrives without permission,
A gentle storm inside the chest,
It feels like home and exile combined,
A question disguised as rest.

It promises warmth in trembling hands,
Yet leaves the heart unsure and bare,
Every step toward its sweetness
Is balanced by a hidden snare.

To love is to choose vulnerability,
To stand unarmed before desire,
Knowing one word can heal the soul
Or set the quiet heart on fire.

Love whispers hope in midnight hours,
When logic folds and reason bends,
But daylight asks uncomfortable truths
About beginnings and possible ends.

It teaches patience through longing,
And courage through silent pain,
We water dreams with fragile trust
Though loss feels certain as rain.

Love asks, “Should I stay or run?”
When fear and faith collide,
It pulls the heart in opposite ways
With nothing safe to hide.

To hold on means risking breakage,
To let go means living in doubt,
Love is standing at a crossroads
Where both roads spiral out.

It turns certainty into trembling hope,
And clarity into blur,
The more we try to define its shape,
The less we’re sure of her.

Love can make a moment eternal,
Or stretch one second into years,
It laughs through joy unguarded
And speaks most clearly through tears.

We ask if love should set us free
Or bind us to its claim,
Whether burning softly together
Or walking alone is braver all the same.

Love is faith without proof,
A leap where the ground may fall,
It is choosing someone every day
Despite knowing nothing at all.

In love, the heart debates itself,
Between wisdom and desire,
A war where both sides lose something
And both are shaped by fire.

So love remains a beautiful dilemma,
Neither answer fully right nor wrong,
It breaks us, builds us, teaches us
Where the heart truly belongs.