Suffer Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

He said 'he loves me, ' I replied,
'But you have not yet suffered enough to suit me.'
For love, I've learned, is not a gentle tide,
But a raging storm that leaves one's heart bare to see.

The easy words, the promises so sweet,
Hold little weight when tested by life's trials.
True love, I know, demands a harder feat -
To weather pain, to face the darkest miles.

So I wait, with heart hardened by past hurts,
Unwilling to be swayed by empty claims.
The love I seek is one that truly converts,
That burns away the dross and leaves only flames.

When he has faced the depths of sorrow's sea,
Then, and only then, will I open my heart to thee.