Without the Mask...

Life's unending cycle from death to birth,
Bewitching and appealing renewing life on earth.
At first they come and then they go,
The hearts I once held, the ones that I know.

They pledged their love and undying devotion,
It ebbed and flowed like the tides of the ocean.
But it was not constant, it was not true,
They took my heart and left it bruised.

Where is my love without the mask?
Who looks upon love not as a task.
I await you here as I've always been,
With open heart to let you in...

Spread the love... The peace will follow...

poem by Cosmic Dreamer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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