Love Is a Mysterious Thing
It flies around, causing some
To cry with joy, and others
To weep in sadness.
But why? does this wolf
In sheep’s clothing
Torment me today?
Is it that I look different?
Or that I am young?
Yes, I am foolish, but that
Is no reason
To slaughter my heart
And my dreams.
So why? do five dreams
Not come true
And I am foolish to hope that
Sixth time is the charm.
Yet I keep believing
For without belief,
And without hope,
And without truth,
There is nothing.
Copyright © J. Amorose | Year Posted 2016
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