Where am I now where do I stand?

I wanted to be almost everybody’s friend

Wishful thinking that blurred my desirous eyes

My life won’t ever smell sweet cream apple pie

Love’s spell is strong it breaks the brittle, cold ice

Though other’s life is built on status, and pride

These two emotions do unhappily mix

They clash and require a continuous fix

Abandoned lovers are sworn to fervently hate -

Whilst blind souls take refuge in an ignorant fate

Money enters the stage, and the harvest is spoilt

Like an evil cold snake, it will soon be uncoiled

Love’s spell – so charming, so pretty, so strong

Its red apple might  be a poisonous one

©2004 by Franz L. Kessler

Picture (c)2004 by Studio Matahari Lutong