One day she is totally convinced it’s true

the next the doubts crowd her brain

A wonder to which fate is due

It will not refrain

for her griefs so lively shown

made me think of my own

 

Confusion whirls around

It torchers her

No answer here is found

Emotions swirl in perplexing color

One of love

One of indifference

Like language uttered in a dream

All mixed together in a portion of confusion

or so it would seem

 

Confusion of worth may leave her poor

like to that sanguine flower given with woe

One who is lacking and wanting more

last to come and last to go

 

True love? What is that? How do you know?

But there is one thing she knows for sure

and time will prove to show

As she breathes a sad little sigh

music will untune the sky

a mess will be made and cover the floor

and she will pick up the pieces of her heart once more