Verse 1
I spent my life protecting something,
A centre I thought I had to keep,
Every moment standing guard,
Every feeling watched too deep.
But when the watchman finally tired,
And the walls forgot their role,
There was something left unbroken
That didn’t belong to “me” at all.
Chorus
Love isn’t made, it isn’t given,
It doesn’t start, it doesn’t end,
It’s what’s here when nothing’s defended,
What remains when I don’t bend.
Not a feeling, not a claim—
Just the openness that stays.
Verse 2
I thought love lived in warmth and closeness,
In the way the heart would rise,
But it stayed when warmth disappeared,
It stayed when fear walked by.
It didn’t ask me to be better,
Didn’t need me to behave,
It was present before the effort
And untouched by what I gave.
Chorus
Love isn’t earned, it isn’t proven,
It’s not something I control,
It’s the ground before the movement,
The stillness holding every role.
Not romantic, not sublime—
Just the nature of this mind.
Bridge
When defence drops, there’s no inside,
No separate place to stand and hide,
What’s looking out is what’s looked for—
A quiet yes to what arrives.
Final Chorus
Love isn’t endless because it lasts,
It’s endless because it’s not a thing,
It doesn’t flow, it doesn’t pass—
It’s the space that holds everything.
When the need to manage ends,
Love is simply what’s left then.
Outro
Before the story.
Before the self.
Before the question—
This.
