The True Love poem, not A Real Love poem

Another poem about love
Another rhyme, another chime
Another comparison to 'doves'

Its drug like effects
Its shackles its hex
A further alliteration with lust

A  perception of colours
A  prescription of flowers?
A description amounting to DUST

A death bed of roses
A TOMB rife with posies
A room full of caterpillars and moths.

A sickly illusion...
A façade, an intrusion!
Into your sanity, morale  and your trust

A painful experience
Lifetime scars of obedience
To an entity that lies and steals

Leaves you wide open
 

burgled and broken

with wounds

that

never

heal...