they told me true that true love always perseveres, but alas,
here I am.
they tell me our love wasn't true, but it was as true as the
vivid colors of a rainbow after a spring shower, or the smiles of
parents whose child just said their first word, or as true as the
achy feeling that outlines my bitter soul every time I catch a
wisp of you. because although I may not be your true love, you
are forever mine.