第三首诗Love and Self
Love is not a burden,
not a chain wrapped in golden rules,
not a contract sealed with silent sighs.
Love is the river that does not ask where it flows,
the wind that kisses the trees without waiting for thanks,
the sun that gives light but never demands to be seen.
Do not dress obligation in love’s name—
it is a thief that steals joy,
a whisper that erodes the soul.
Let love be like breath,
free, effortless, unchained.
Let it dance as it pleases,
never weighed down by the hunger of expectation.
You were not born to carry the world’s demands,
to bend under the weight of another’s longing.
You are the sky, vast and endless,
not a mirror reflecting what they wish to see.
Shine first.
Let your light be its own reason.
The world will find warmth in your fire,
not because you tried—
but because you burned,
wild and true.