Introduction

The collection "Revenge of Love" is a journey through a heart that has been wounded, yet never bends under the weight of its pain. It is a tale of love that knows no bounds, one that does not surrender, that will not be crushed. A love that is not just gentleness, but an untamed, defiant fire. This is love that fears no revenge, but rather becomes the force that tears down everything that tried to destroy it.

Within these verses, there is no place for fear of vulnerability, for it is vulnerability that holds our greatest power. Every line is a manifesto of freedom and rebirth, a declaration to embrace the poetry that will set you free. This is love in its wildest, truest form – love that does not ask for forgiveness, but fights for itself in every possible way.

"Revenge of Love" is not just a poetry collection – it is a fire that burns, only to leave behind the ashes from which new strength will rise. It is an invitation to liberate yourself, to confront your own demons, to not be afraid of anger, joy, or longing. Each of us has that fire within us, that yearning for vengeance which need not be evil – it is the desire to restore justice in love, where it’s not about who wins, but about who can truly understand themselves.

This book is for those who have walked through dark times, who have been hurt, but have not allowed those wounds to define them. For those who can look in the mirror and see not just the pain, but the strength. For those who believe that revenge doesn’t have to be bloody, but can be beautiful – in its freedom, independence, and resilience.

Here is "Revenge of Love" – a collection that speaks of love not just as beauty, but as battle, suffering, and the final victory over all that breaks us. It is the art of forgiving oneself, to ultimately become fully free.

1. The Fire We Created

In the beginning, there was fire,
a spark that lit the skies with desire.
We were two souls, a storm, a flame,
fighting for a love without a name.

We burned through the night, reckless, wild,
like children lost, and yet beguiled.
Every word we spoke was a call to war,
a battle for what we couldn’t ignore.

You were the spark, and I was the fuel,
and in that dance, we both played the fool.
But love, oh love, it has no rules,
it makes us all, the wisest of fools.

We fought for the touch, for the taste of skin,
for the fragile boundary where lust begins.
The silence between us, so sharp, so loud,
like a thunderstorm breaking through the cloud.

We thought we had conquered, we thought we had won,
but love, in its vengeance, has only begun.
For every kiss was a knife in the heart,
and every departure, a tearing apart.

And yet, I remain, despite the ache,
for this fire we started, I can’t forsake.
So here I stand, with ashes in hand,
ready for the revenge that love demands.

Because love is a weapon, sharp as a blade,
and revenge is the price that it’s always paid.
We built this fire, we made this hell,
and in its flames, I’ll always dwell.