What sacrifice it seems
In a world of skin-deep words
To speak the truth
Like superficial promises
Of momentary resolve
Kind words speak nothing of actuality
But seem so comfortably reassuring
But what joy is to be found in comfort?
What happiness can exist
In truthful words unspoken?
In truth comes true happiness
Truth is love and my truth is you
Unspoken deceit may be easier
But on the surface only
Truth is happiness
And you are the only truth I know
So truth must be spoken
Because only in love
And my dreams of you
I realise I'm not the first to say this but the line: "Truth is love and my truth is you" is truly exquisite, and truly makes the piece, for me. My fascination is not with personalised poems lately, but rather more abstract ones, this one has successfully gained my interest and appreciation. Nice write...
truth is love..amen to that...and more than that truth is not a superficial thing...it is always deeper than anything else...to take upon the challenge of talking about truth is indeed some remarkable deed and it is actually so easy. nice work.