This is a re-write. I might post the original at some point... Suggestions for a title would be nice....
Love is but a lie to tame the heart,
To trap and chain; ensnare the soul.
Love is but the end and not the start
Of life. In truth, love has no role.
At first, the ocean is an azure blue
But then it splits; divided rivers flow.
Both rage and fight as they twist what was true
And what was false will increase. The lie will grow.
But with this growth, the rivers drift apart,
Lies span between them like hollow ravines
And as time trickles by, so does love start
To pass, to lessen; rivers become streams.
These streams, for a time, flow their separate ways
But, in the end, they fade, they cease, they die.
Love, like these waters, can last a few days
But it will always fail. Love is a lie.
