Time and time again,
I have paired words,
formulating sentences,
all in the name of love.

As I venture down,
my memory lane,
all that I can see,
is a desperation.

Too many lies told,
written creatively,
with a yearning,
all in the name of love.

Upon reflection,
it is clearly visible,
each word written,
was out of hope.

Yet, I still hope,
that recent words,
will be my last,
all in the name of love.

Forget the past,
my present awaits,
my future bright,
and my heart full.