Love Disappears To Hidden Dreams Poem by Della Perry

To love, hidden, screened,
Nets of silk, coverings of sheets,
Look, but not to touch.
Smooth, real but not to ever possess.
Will time ease the pain?
Hours are gone,
No sight, no interaction,
Building up the force.
Love, hiding, is an early death,
A lie, falsity, living an untruth.
Hurt, pain replaces,
Blood in the heart is cold,
These forces allow brilliance to appear
As love disappears,
Humour turns to dreams
Hidden,
Screened.