The deep decline of trust foretells our fate; In future dispositions of our hearts.They may be rent when once we feel the dartsOf wrathful liars sending out their hate.So parsed may be the senses felt of lateThat we should know the...
love regained
As ever we pass through this vale of fearsWe ponder as we wander dropping tears.So may all the lies that kept us apartBe ever rescinded, wiped from our heart?The beauty of trust, of truth, and of loveAre accepted with the...