Ton Poem by Saint Cynosure

All has swelled yet feel apart,
the cost of understanding.
Brightness for the dim and dark,
chances too demanding.
Ton yourself the harder stand,
and boast upon the door.
All that's told within the time,
in time is known no more.
Twist around for sweeter,
for all in love is lost.
I have lived to love but once,
a thousand times Ive paid the cost.
Tears do cleanse some bitterness,
but forever's never known.
The lines on one that you can read,
is but their horror shown.
Love is such a deeper thing,
then words or precious bandings.
Has all swells and falls apart,
its cost of understanding.