I want to say I don't believe in Love because I'm mad she abused my intentions
I want to slander her name but I know that it was mostly my misunderstanding
And that I chose the wrong one to read me her gospel
I want to deafen myself to her whispers because they came from lips that did not truyly speak her language
But Love consoled me through different arms as he betrayed me
Love grew around me as a sheild while I dealt with the turmolt he created inside in Her name
Love cascaded to a puddle at my feet and became stepping stones for my ascent from his crippling
Love held my hand and steadied me when I wobbled from his blows
On Love I rose
And bloomed into a flower he was too awed to pick