The Centre Point

There he sat, feeling so anxious to his surroundings, but not to the centre point,
The only reason, was to find his one true love,
Or so he thought, until the lust turned towards a downward spiral,
Then he felt the pain, and unfairness of this sickening feeling,
As she turned out, not to be her, but an imposter, a traitor in a world of emotions, she was put to death by his truthful glare.

There he sat, feeling comfortable to his surroundings, but not to the centre point,
Although another, he didn’t want to feel the same pain as before,
But this time the lust turned toward the heavens,
Where now he felt real love, from sickness to health,
As she turned out to be the one, the truth, a saint in a world of emotions, she was brought to life, by his loving smile.

DM GRIFFITHS