I gave my all, no thought of gain,
To soothe a friend, to ease their pain.
With hands outstretched, my heart was true,
But shadows whispered where love once grew.
They questioned why, they couldn’t see,
The simple, raw sincerity.
A hidden motive, they’d assume,
Filling the air with doubt and gloom.
No credit sought, no praise desired,
My acts were born of a soul inspired.
Yet sarcasm struck like a bitter dart,
And doubt weighed heavy upon my heart.
Is this the way of people now,
To tarnish love, to disallow?
How can I keep my kindness bright,
Amid this world of dimming light?
I’ll guard my love, I’ll hold it near,
A beacon strong, despite the jeer.
For cruelty fades, its sting will pass,
But love endures like polished glass.
So let them talk, let doubts arise,
My truth is clear beneath their guise.
Empathy, kindness, beauty too,
Are treasures no cruelty can undo.
