Once there were doves
named Love and Faith,
Flying happily
in the golden cage.
Love is too clingy
Faith is somewhat bubbly;
Faith somehow wavered
but Love never faltered.
One day,
Love looked outside the window
Heard the song of temptress sparrow
Followed it into the meadow
Left Faith drown in sorrow.
Love left, Faith stayed
Hope came before it's too late
Love then realized at last,
If only if it didn't met Lust.
Now Love got lost,
trapped in chaos
Paying the cost
of its own loss.
Faith found Hope, a friend
Love easily got tempted
Lust, the sparrow succeeded
But it's not the end for Faith.
YOU ARE READING
DEAR SELF,
Poetry"The love that you are searching from someone else, will and must always start with yourself." (A collection of poem and prose about self-love, moving forward, and embracing one's imperfections) -ResNullius-
