In the depths of a wounded soul, a heart resides,

Bound by complexities that love derides.

A tale of a spirit trapped in its own maze,

Unable to love, lost in a bittersweet haze.

Within these walls, emotions collide,

An intricate web of pain and pride.

A past that haunts, shadows the way,

Leaving love's door forever astray.

Behind a smile, a mask so grand,

Lies a heart too fragile to withstand,

The weight of affection's tender caress,

For it fears the vulnerability, the mess.

A puzzle of fears, intricately arranged,

A heart that's closed, forever estranged.

To love and be loved, a distant dream,

In a world of complexities, it can't redeem.

The touch of love, a trembling fright,

As darkness battles against the light.

A heart that yearns, yet stays confined,

In its fortress of doubts, love defined.

The whispers of love, they come and go,

In this labyrinth, emotions ebb and flow.

Longing for connection, a love so true,

But complexities hold it askew.

The shadows of the past, they loom,

An intricate dance of joy and gloom.

For love can't blossom in this domain,

Where complexities imprison the heart's terrain.

Yearning for love's tender embrace,

Yet imprisoned by a past they can't erase.

A soul that longs to break free,

From the chains of complexities, to be set free.

But until that day, it lingers in despair,

In a world where love seems rare.

Yearning to love, yet pushed away,

By complexities that lead astray.

So let us hold this wounded heart,

With gentleness, not to tear it apart.

For though love's complexities may confound,

It still seeks solace, a love profound.

In time, with patience, it may find,

A love that's patient, gentle, and kind.

And as complexities begin to wane,

Love's sweet essence may break the chain.