Regrets

love is so hard to requite when sin has killed desire where there was once a desprite need now the smoke of an extinguished fire the empire where there was a throne that sparkled with streets of gold crumbled into disrepair a slum of dry rot, mildew and mold love was an idol truely a god to behold a million promises to ones self over and over told dilusions of grandure and hopes that lured the way a blindness created that explained iniquities away an unselfish giving as love would endure a life style of living with a dream soundly secured writen in stone this thing so pure proteceted by my love so sure until that day...