The Ghost of Love
Love has a shadow,
A ghost you could say.
It follows and stalks you
each night and day.
Forget if you can
repent if you must.
It’s a taunting thing
you cannot trust.
Tortured by memories…
Of beautiful things.
You’ll soon hate it
and the tears it brings.
Dreams as cold fingers
clutching your heart.
Or the glimpse of your
face there in the dark.
Memories like that of
a specter’s touch.
A pain as in death
hurts you so much.
So beware my friend,
When love walks in.
for the ghost of love,
May haunt you again...
