A smile to hide a hurting heart.

A false simper, a masquerade of masks,
A flurry of jokes, a scene of moronic acts.
You smile, sometimes laugh,
At my litany of comical encounters.


Prince of clowns,
Or a clown prince,
Is all I'll ever be.


Does sentimental love still exist? In a world plagued with social botherations, where couples cohabitate without any intention of getting married, where fornication occurs for the sole purpose of lust, where a partner may bound for greener pastures without regard for the other, where power and beauty have been raised on a pedestal and worshipped, is there still place for love?


When simple acts demonstrate more than any diamond could, when simple sacrifices shout out those three magical words, when giving your heart means more than any gift. And when you say "I do", you mean it.


Is love still sacred? To me, it is.