It Leads from Rhyme...
So
What is this, emotion.
This thing, we call love ?
That grips, a heart.
And
Fogs, a brain.
Who’s words, oft
lie.
Love.....
While spoke in tears....... are left
unsaid.
Words which,
can be shared, or ........if chosen
shunned.
Words
That can, trap a soul.
That have, toppled empires.
And,
reduced men.
To ruin.
Giajl © Jim Love