I truly wish that you,
could see my heart inside;
But you ignore my tear's,
afraid of what you'll find.

Life has never came with,
a full-proof guarantee;
and I believe your' holding on,
to a love that's make-believe.

The happiness I've searched for,
I still have not found yet;
Is it within my sight and reach,
or impossible to get?

What would it ever be like,
to feel love's tender touch;
To live happy and content,
am I asking far too much?

I'm only fooling myself,
for alas I must admit;
True love is but a fable,
as it never did excist.

Ruth warren

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-love-26/