"Loves make believe"

Who knew a single word could spell utter disaster,

Four letters forged together,

Sought after from sinners to pastors,

All shall fall under the umbrella,

Ravanged by relentlessly heavy rain,

But there is no rain only a lengthy track,

Longing its locomotives strain,

Unable to advance or even attempt the chance,

Of breaking its enchantingly enticing trance,

Accept this dance otherwise waltz alone,

For this is a gamble so either deal or fold,

Life isn't what you make it but what you perceive,

Every story ends mines titled "Loves make believe".