The next love won't be loud or fast,
It won't feel like it needs to last.
It won't rush in, it won't demand,
It'll gently hold my careful hand.
No begging, chasing, losing sleep,
No loving hard, then falling deep.
Just quiet trust, a steady flame,
A love that stays, not just a name.
Because I've learned what pain can do,
And I won't bleed the same for you.