In the realm of love, where emotions ignite,
There exists a caution, a warning in sight.
A symbol that whispers of danger and strife,
The red flags that flutter, signaling a troubled life.
Beware, oh heart, as you venture forth,
For red flags may emerge, revealing their worth.
They wave in the winds, a solemn display,
Signs of potential pain, not to be swept away.
The first flag, a whisper of inconsistency,
Unreliable actions, an erratic tendency.
For love needs stability, a steadfast ground,
Where trust can flourish, in hearts so profound.
The second flag, a shade of jealousy's hue,
Possessive gestures that seek to subdue.
Love should be nurturing, not suffocating,
Insecurity's grip, it's love dissipating.
The third flag, a glimmer of disrespect,
Words that wound, in kindness, neglect.
Love should uplift, not tear one apart,
Respect's the foundation, the beating heart.
The fourth flag, a flicker of control's might,
A desire for dominance, eclipsing the light.
Love should be liberating, not a prison's chain,
Freedom to grow, to flourish and regain.
The fifth flag, a storm of constant blame,
Shifting fault, a never-ending game.
Love should foster forgiveness, a healing grace,
Not a battleground, where resentment finds its place.
So, dear heart, pay heed to these crimson signs,
For they carry a message, one that defines.
Red flags in a relationship should not be ignored,
But faced with wisdom, before love is shattered and poured.
Choose a love that's adorned with green and gold,
Where trust and respect forever unfold.
And if red flags persist, waving with disdain,
Have the courage to walk away, and love again.
There exists a caution, a warning in sight.
A symbol that whispers of danger and strife,
The red flags that flutter, signaling a troubled life.
Beware, oh heart, as you venture forth,
For red flags may emerge, revealing their worth.
They wave in the winds, a solemn display,
Signs of potential pain, not to be swept away.
The first flag, a whisper of inconsistency,
Unreliable actions, an erratic tendency.
For love needs stability, a steadfast ground,
Where trust can flourish, in hearts so profound.
The second flag, a shade of jealousy's hue,
Possessive gestures that seek to subdue.
Love should be nurturing, not suffocating,
Insecurity's grip, it's love dissipating.
The third flag, a glimmer of disrespect,
Words that wound, in kindness, neglect.
Love should uplift, not tear one apart,
Respect's the foundation, the beating heart.
The fourth flag, a flicker of control's might,
A desire for dominance, eclipsing the light.
Love should be liberating, not a prison's chain,
Freedom to grow, to flourish and regain.
The fifth flag, a storm of constant blame,
Shifting fault, a never-ending game.
Love should foster forgiveness, a healing grace,
Not a battleground, where resentment finds its place.
So, dear heart, pay heed to these crimson signs,
For they carry a message, one that defines.
Red flags in a relationship should not be ignored,
But faced with wisdom, before love is shattered and poured.
Choose a love that's adorned with green and gold,
Where trust and respect forever unfold.
And if red flags persist, waving with disdain,
Have the courage to walk away, and love again.
