It is the mask that clouds us all
No matter how big or no matter how small.
Forever it pulls you, throughout this so-called
Thing that is love, and leaves you enthralled.
True Love is clouded by his or her mask,
But undoing this mask is not a small task.
It requires a skill that was lost in the past
That emerges to fulfill and usually last.
Not always continue, does this thing called True Love,
And sometimes it leaves on the wings of a dove.
But you must push on, and keep your heart pure
Because if you don't, True Love's Mask stays secure.
