Love

Child in this world, born without a voice

He becomes the man, who lives life with hope,

His heart may grow fond but not by choice—

For him, eager eyes make it hard to cope.

The child brought into a lifetime of lust

Becomes the man who is destined to weep

Over the love that’s gone and lose of trust—

Forever wakeful—for dreams haunt his sleep.

Hope is what saves him, but with it comes fear

For fear is chased with feelings of regret—

Love may be followed but never feels near

With nights left home, waiting for pain to set.

Hope, the foundation of a broken heart

Forges dreams for him, before faces part.

     DannYetman

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