Another age-old tale
of love too frail
to save two lives torn
by love's self-destructive scorn.
If love were
a worn leather chest plate
doubt would be a
piercing sword
to seal a lover's fate.
Trust, a slippery step
on a steep climb
that if her feet would falter
she would never again be mine.
Has this calloused heart
become too cruel?
but what of
once deceived
and twice a fool.
So I have learned
that Love is not blind.
For the faint flame
of love in one's eye
slowly starts to die
Never again can i stare lovingly
For all I have is uncertainty
She starts to tear when I am near
For my stare forever holds
The weight of
"what if?"
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 1:49 AM UTC
Another age-old tale
of love too frail
to save two lives torn
by love's self-destructive scorn.
If love were
a worn leather chest plate
doubt would be a
piercing sword
to seal a lover's fate.
Trust, a slippery step
on a steep climb
that if her feet would falter
she would never again be mine.
Has this calloused heart
become too cruel?
but what of
once deceived
and twice a fool.
So I have learned
that Love is not blind.
For the faint flame
of love in one's eye
slowly starts to die
Never again can i stare lovingly
For all I have is uncertainty
She starts to tear when I am near
For my stare forever holds
The weight of
"what if?"
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