By Cheryl Antao-Xavier Our fairy tale love was but a fanciful dream
In the pages of life I saw no truth in the dream
Doubt crept into my heart like a stealthy thief
Thrusting you off your pedestal in my esteem
Cupid’s arrow was laced with a strong opiate
In dull fascination I see my lifeblood stream
Look not for love beneath a brazen neon light
True love will shine in the softest moonbeam
I pledged my troth in this fair game of chance
My heart ceded as lost, my soul I will redeem
If you seek wedded bliss as an ultimate dream
My love, make sure it is not another’s dream • Cheryl Antao-Xavier is a writer and publisher. Her first collection of poems entitled Dance of the Peacock, released in 2008 is available at www.inourwords.ca. Her poems are vignettes of the human experience. She loves experimenting with poetic form.
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