Love doth tarry near the windswept passage
path to a heart hardened with ill won repute.
The same is weak for love, a sucker
for romance, a champion of love; lost and broken.
The muse of his evening hath blossomed forth
nearly, withdrawing back to bulb. Poison
without saturates the soil. Protective sheaf
is being formed, loved filled guidance from friends
true. Ill begotten love found out, holds sway
no longer. Games played and played some
more, Real love beckons and calls bloom out,
beckoning forth, a realization of self.
Naked to self, holding pretense no more…
true strength lives within, the key is knowing.
Knowledge is truth. Truth will guide to home.