Gone

Sensitivity is astute, My intuition's on, I normally see right through, Every aspect going on... But infatuation comes, And blinds me by it's light, Causes me to trust, When there is no trust in sight... I understand the Oneness, That together we all feel, So cannot understand, Dichotomy that was made real... Well meant tokens of affection, Dreams of sharing a new life, Hours teasing on the phone, All taken by the knife... Kisses, hearts and chocolate, Desire that wanted more, The foundation of a heart, Now shattered on the floor... But what you failed to see, Is that this was your heart too, And though I may forgive, This trust can never be renewed...