Love

There is a simple truth
to simple lies.
That they never are quite
what they seem,
and the truth is never
what it protests to mean.

Somewhere along the line,
Love, falls into this magic time.
When lies and truths merge,
into a bliss all their own.
Where women swoon
and men fondle
their time away,
thinking, yearning,
for that final say,
when all their sweet
and base desires,
can come true.
The price, being simply,
a simple lie or two.

The simple truth,
is that simple lies,
are often just preludes,
to wondrous dreams,
where men and women,
fall in love
and are not so different,
as they other wise,
would seem.

Where her words,
and his words,
make perfect,
blinding, wonderful sense.
Where she hears,
and believes him,
and he thinks,
that all she says,
is both beyond suspicion
and true.

A wonderful time,
where men and woman,
share an honesty,
both beautiful and true.
Where blue is blue
and green is green.
But only simple lies,
hiding simple truth,
can make it so, it seems.

The simple truth,
is that simple lies,
are the foundation,
the glue, that keeps,
the world together,
the power that causes,
the world,
to spin round,
the river,
from which all life flows,
and all dreams
of happiness are found.

The simple truth,
that simple lies,
are the simple truth,
of the world we love
and lie to keep around.