"strains of love"

             Our love began in a silent room, with a gentle spark,

                      In cars and airports and hidden bowers, our love was kept.

                      The wind in our hair, sublime kisses through highways,

                       In all the golden hours,

                       Drinks with one same old straw just you and me.

                       But then your friends took centre stage,

                       And trust turned into a silent rage.

                        It’s not that I don't trust you,

                        But in them, I have no view.

                         Your anger, silent and cold as night,

                         Each time I opened my heart to the light.

                          Now I feel like the problem, the pain,

                          Should I leave to end this strain?

                          In this quiet, I reflect and see

                          the fault that may lie within me.

 
                         Yet, through this sorrow,

                           I'll remain,

                           Hoping love will find us once again.