And your love is like
The change of the seasons,
A warm sun
Its friendly glow
Luring the unwary
To a security undeserved,
A safety feigned
In selfish indulgence,
The beauty blinding
The trusting,
Dazzled by the magnificence
But I can see
The rage of the storm
Approaching in the fury
Of the angry, grey clouds
Bringing the death
Of this illusion
On swift, merciless wings
Taking life from
Those who once found
Such solace
As now that sun
Has gone
Abandoning the fruitless
Hope that is held
Devastating as a disease
The pure white snow
A clever disguise
Its true perfection
Hideous in its flawless form
Lost in translation
A mere shade
Of what once was
Sinking slowly
Into desolate despair
To place so low
It is to be known by no other
But rather is to be saved
Only for my wretched bitter eyes
Staved with mockery
And falsities sublime.