Love's Sham
A head's glance
And a soul's dance
Compels a heart's trance
A trance so deep
Reality goes to sleep
And fool's golds drip
Fools fools fools
O how one falls
And the other lies
Then reality reigns
And sorrow rains
Now, suffer the pains.
Trust not love... Again I say.. Hate love.
Copyright © Joshua Popoola | Year Posted 2019
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