#157

Love in the End

I loved her, but when the night was over.

It was but a figment of my imagination.

A breath, a cough, a shrug.

I loved her, but every day I’m learning

her love was just a lie, not wanting to be lonely

Naught but tripe and useless fancy.

I loved her but the folly was mine only

Hope in people misplaced, a fancy of mine own

A dream to be truly loved

I love her but as a fellow human only

A love for everyone, regardless of their doings

A dream of love realized.

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