Elusive True Love
When one has been rejected as much as I,
dissembled to and told naught but lies,
it would please to have no need to abide
by the love of any man.
For at my young and tender age,
my heart is broke by sorrow and rage,
and by lovers who sought to entertain
very little but their privates.
At only eighteen years
I find myself confronting fears
of love that may never come near
and a future all alone.
My mind no longer wishes to know
of love and passion and eyes aglow,
but my heart betrays the truth in my soul:
I desire to learn of elusive true love.
Copyright © Anna Makoujy | Year Posted 2006
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