Old joting

How little did I know you
when I turned
towards you
in hope
and trust.

The world warned,
yet love beckoned.
I heeded not the former.
Believing you'll
keep me warm
in hearth and heart,
your love'll
be my armour.

Time disproved
and I regret not
nor tears are shed
any day, any more.

Life couldn't
have taught
in a sweeter way-
seek from none,
expect not,
place belief
in none
but
thy self!

dates not known ? 1997