wrath of nightmares
loom far below
in our hearts
they turn us cold
are they true
the things we see
or only what
ones soul believes
they eat us up
over spent time
poisoning all corners
of our feeble mind
is love not
the same I fear
your coldness of heart
and my nightmares
this love we tell
each other is true
it will only last
a year or two
nothing like what we
hoped or planed
this love thing
from mortal men