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"Love grants all but peace of mind to most"

by Meliesa

Love grants all but peace of mind to most.
Not we, who fret and worry from misuse;
The last to raise our glasses in a toast
For sake of love we fear is but a ruse.
For some, like me, grown wary from abuse,
Befuddled by the simplest words of care,
Will huddle, hiding, lest we dare accuse
Our weakling hearts of laying our souls bare.
While lofty eyes are blided by the glare
Of glamour maquerading as true love,
The jaded eye beholds a gem so rare,
Ignored by fools who sets their sights above.
Romantics chase the clouds in search of bliss
While cynics filter love through caution's kiss.

I really really like this. Thank you

So very true... Thanks for sharing! :)

Very, very well done.

That is quite touching, and worded perfectly.