Believe...

My thoughts turn to jealousy;
how it is not doubt
of the love one shares
but doubt in yourself,
that you don't deserve
the love you have,
that you are not worthy enough
to keep the light in love's eyes shining
Far easire to believe
your love could want better
and seek better than you,
that as the time passes
love will grow weaker
because of your faults
To doubt your love,
to fear that it will fade
speaks of your self esteem;
holding yourself less than others
because of the doubt that whispers
this is too good to last,
that fairy tales don't come true,
that the skiy is more grey than blue,
that nothing is forever
Love is hope,
love is faith,
love is forever
Nothing can erase it
If it fades, it was not love,
for love does truly conquer all...
          02-05-13
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