Shapes Poem by dave lessard

Horror comes in many forms
hideous and lovely are two
terror comes in many shapes
this I know is true.

Death is hideous at time
lovely does not come to mind
terror has a thousand eyes
by many of its kind.

But your heart is lovely
not hideous at all
and lovely are your eyes
and I have heard their call.

Horror takes a back seat
your love outshines my being
I've fallen in love with you
by the beauty that I'm seeing.

Death is but a distant thought
on a shelf quite out reach
horror and terror now recede
to a barren, empty beach.