There're judgments that swiftly flows,
They tell her, what do you see in him?
They tell him, what do you see in her?
Attempting to project their unworthiness,
Their insecurities on others they impose.

Like puppeteers, they try to instigate,
One against the other, fueling the flames,
Searching for trivial mistakes to expose,
As if skeletons won't tumble from their own closets.

They whisper, they gossip, they criticize,
Their own relationships mere shadows,
Laurel and Hardy forever, their spouses,
Nagging and abusing, pretending wisdom for others.

Why can't people simply mind their own?
Instead of meddling, like witches of doomsday,
Their minds soaked in filth, devoid of goodness,
Words that wound, rather than uplift.

Let love blossom, let hearts intertwine,
For what they see, only the souls truly know,
In the tapestry of love, differences blend,
While judgments fade, like echoes in the wind.

So let their words fall upon deaf ears,
For they know not the depths of connection,
The magic that ignites when two souls collide,
In a love that's pure, unyielding, and true.

Let us rise above their petty ways,
Embrace the beauty of love's embrace,
For in the end, it's our hearts that decide,
Not the whispers of those who cannot see.