January 28, 2015

True Love

wrath of nightmares
loom far below
in our hearts
they turn us cold

are they true
the things we see
or only what
ones soul believes

they eat us up
over spent time
poisoning all corners
of our feeble mind

is love not
the same I fear
your coldness of heart
and my nightmares

this love we tell
each other is true
it will only last
a year or two

nothing like what we
hoped or planed
this love thing
from mortal men