Love Misunderstood - Poem by Chris Boyles
I once heard a tale of love misunderstood
so in love were they and it being so good.
Beautiful moments shared and so enjoyed
neither one argued and rarely got annoyed.
Shared everything as partners do in this life
so much in love to be apart cut like a knife.
Walks underneath the sunshine they spent
dreams once a fantasy to reality they went.
Each weekend together they spent alone
everynight away they talked on the phone.
Each word spoken was believed by each
wrote their names right there on the beach.
Days passed by not a word did they speak
things went pear shaped right at their peak.
Phone calls were made but with no replies
what was missed through love struck eyes.
A confusing time feeling so misunderstood
vanished now was all that had been good.
More contact for the answers were made
seemingly the answers were being forbade.
A month had passed and they had word
accusing them of stalking that was absurd.
How could their love turn into bitterness
with no explanations and now nastiness.
A heart wrecked and dignity now stolen
friends sympathised seeing eyes swollen.
None understood or could help to rectify
being accused of stalking none knew why.
Lies seemed to of been told along the way
until no more could loving words they say.
Can love be so misunderstood and blind
can emotions end up twisted and unkind.
This is the tale I told the lady I had wed
of my friends lover from him she had fled.
He was left in ignorance wrongly accused
his heart was broken and was so confused.
A rumour was heard how she led men on
how she prayed using her spells so strong.
This temptress hungered for love of a man
stole souls because she knew that she can.
So my sweet lady my heart now thanks you
for showing me a love that you proved true.
For you're honesty and trust you I married
deep in my heart you're love will be carried.
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