Mistaken
By Ian Stevens
I
think about her, so caring and clean,
leaving
wrong doings behind her spirit.
Over
the hills, much like a dream,
very
unreal and heavenly, the dark now lit.
Elegant,
miraculous, beautiful, respected,
justice
is emitted from her soul,
as
if the angels taught her, hate is rejected;
something
about her sets only one goal.
My
single goal is to find whether this is love,
I
know not this peace within.
Nothing
else matches its strength for it is tough;
everything
confusing, but happiness resides not sin.
Though
the feeling is foggy, my vote is cast,
however
I need to know if it is the truth.
Rapture,
passion, love is the answer at last.
Overall
I feel that I'm right, certain, and smooth.
Could
I be mistaken, for it has happened before?
Killed
by deception, the love revealed a lie,
monsters
of darkness tearing my heart, a scar left sore,
or
is this what I think it is, with no spirits to die?
Rage
and anger banished by this love of mine;
the
truth is clear, Yes! This love is true.
Oh,
if she accepts me our affection would be a sign;
nothing
stopping us, love binding, and adventures new.