Poem: Alethea (truth)

"You loved me ever so much that night, resting your head upon my heart, your arms wrapped around me ever so tight, if I could imagine your dreams, were would I start, Gazing deeply into my soulless eyes, "Could you take me as I am and still love me?" you ask, my eyes set upon your face, blood filled tears accompany my cries, "I will love you as you are, for you to do the …

…shed tears of sorrow, from the sweet song of several birds, Alas, my heart severed and bled, our love was only one night, your current coldness, my pain is fed, dawn came and nothing was ever again right, I sit in my red tears thinking of my loss, you had my heart, you won, your stare now squeezes my soul, and my heart you toss, I would bleed for an answer but I have none."