When you love someone,
And all they feel is doubt.
Where does the love go?
Traveling on patient roads
Exploring what our feelings hold.
You’re afraid,
The poison of doubt eats your soul away.
The fear makes it hard to hold on to your soulmate.
When you love someone,
And you’ve already let them go.
The outcome of your fate you pretend not to know.
Then the images of white Pickett fences,
Rocking on a swing,
sitting on the front porch,
The summer evening scents playing with your senses
disappear…
into the wild,
silence…
Who knew the price of fate could be so expensive?
When you love some