She looks into his eyes …
Hoping to find warmth and peace.
She gets nothing but fright …
Nothing but a freezing coldness.
How many souls will be gone astray …
How many sad eyes there will be …
How many hearts will be broken …
In this game called Love
With its “forever” fantasy.
Loved this one too!
Thank you… I didn’t make it. Now I will enjoy reading all of your poem guys.