Don't ask. It just had to be written. A little something about innocent love lost. |
The greatest of gifts to be given at will Of hopes and ideals, Innocence still Shall flourish and grow ‘neath watchful eye Of heaven and earth, ocean and sky. Nothing so precious can be discarded with ease The calmest of winds, the smoothest of seas. ... I’m lying of course, can’t you tell? Idealistic lives held by the strongest of cords Built to withstand the most violent of storms. A burning brand to be brandished by those Who nary shall wish the death of their foes. The most beautiful of basics, the most basic of beauties A herald to summon those bound to their duties. ... I’m lying, of course, won’t you tell? The brightest of stars amidst a sea of the same Call for the other by the same cherished name, For brothers and sisters, Parents alike Stand by their beliefs to defer any strike Made against their claim of paternal love, A matron ideal, a gift from above. ... I’m lying, of course, please won’t you tell? For as you have guessed that the innocence spoken From the mouth of my pen, dishonesty’s token To remove the deception wrought about living Where one always takes, no thoughts are to giving. All that is truly wondrous and good Shall fall to the tarnish where beauty once stood. ... No lying, of course, why can’t you tell? |