'R'
Though she who in your eye was better made,
Who led you through sweet sunlight into shade,
Destroying love; betraying all your trust
That everything superb has turned to dust.
You will beyond the blackness of the night,
Find even in such darkness shines a light,
That grows and grows as time passes by,
To eventually wipe the clouds from your sky.
Despair and anguish torments you yet my friend,
But you will emerge the better in the end,
For the power of love, though diminished by deceit,
Is vanquished not and quickly seeks repeat.
For we who trust must know we risk much pain,
But the love we gather from it we retain.
©Copyright August 25, 2007 by Colin F. Jones
For Rebecca