The Dream of Love

When I was young, I dreamed of true love.
The kind that would lift me just like a white dove.
It would be a love so real, that when my days of
dreaming were over, I would feel like I was laying
in a field of clover.

My love would be my best friend and my only lover
Knowing that the future was brighter and looking forward
was magical to me for I had my dream of love.

One day reality set in, that the love I dreamed so of was
just a dream an no more. No rose colored glasses and
no veil of innocence only disappointment so painful just
changed by one day as I lived with one who changed it
due to lies and deceit.  A man so callous, found out he was a cheat.

I have been fooled by many, always wanting to believe the good
but what my experience has been most are not what they appear to be
abusing my love, not caring how much they hurt me.

I feel sorry for those who don't know that love can be so powerful
that it can last to til the end.  Cocooned by a power that will last through thick and thin.