If This Is Love
There was love
once upon a time.
It was sometimes cruel,
It was sometimes kind.
Was it all a game, a trap, a snare?
A love to mock me,
My heart to tear?
Is this true love he holds for me
Or is it all some joke of fantasy?
Did he give false hope of forever love
to send despair I will never rise above?
I want to believe his love is true
But of all women, why is it me he would choose?
I don’t understand this mystery,
But perhaps I’m better alone, just me.
by
Sharon Tulley
