Desired Love 2of 2 Poem by wallace eaton

Was she wrong to expect more from a mate that's her soul, to comfort her like a pillow of well manufactured feathers, the moistness from he's lips cover her hot spot just above the outer layer of her ear, closing her eyes in thought appreciating love. But reality paints the best picture, a casting photograph stuck in a nightmare of horror, why did she even bother, it was love and we all fell victim of this heart stopping destruction. Unsure of a future, destroyed by love, she surrenders to self, no one to dictate her mind, mis-place her heart, or even become part of her soul ever, ever again. Maybe if it was a different day and time, that knight would have swept her up, but times change, people change. You could never change on yourself, you will always understand yourself, trust in self cause, you make you.So Desire to love self.