She sat by the window, the sky turning grey,
Watching the raindrops all wash her away.
Her heart held a story she struggled to tell,
A tale of a love that had cast its own spell.

He came like a sunrise, so gentle, so bright,
Promising warmth in the cold of her night.
With words sweet as honey that touches so light,
She thought she had found what had always felt right.

But kindness grew distant, his warmth turned to shade,
His love was a ledger where debts must be paid.
She shrank in his silence, she smiled through the ache,
Believing that love claimed it's price and she must pay.

For deep in her heart, in the place no one knew,
A voice whispered softly, this love isn't true.
But, what if she asked for a love that was more?
Wouldn't the world turn and show her the door?

She learned long ago not to dream far too high,
That love wasn't meant to be free as the sky.
It came with conditions, with cages, with weight,
A choice not of magic, but measure and fate.

Yet deep in the night, when the world was asleep,
She thought of the love that she dared never keep.
A love without begging, without empty cost,
A love that once given, would never be lost.

And one fateful morning, the mirror shone clear,
She stared at her face, but she saw someone near.
A girl from the past, with fire in her eyes,
Who once believed love should be endless as the skies.

The thought was a spark, the smallest of flames,
Yet fire, once lit, never burns quite the same.
She gathered her worth, stitched pieces with care,
And stood in the mirror, at last fully there.

She walked to the door, and this time she knew,
That love, real love, would be honest and true.
Not chains dressed in ribbons, nor silence, nor shame,
But kindness, laughter, someone calling her name.

And as she stepped forward, her heart free at last,
She left all the echoes that whispered her past.
For love isn't something we beg or we earn,
We find what we seek, when we dare to unlearn.