We lovers are blessed, we lovers are flawed,
we adore words of honeyed devotion,
for, when in love we are easily awed
and miss the candy coated deception.
Romantics will find their sweet teeth rotten,
strange, how we can fall in love with the lie,
but we poor lovers have an addiction,
and a craving that we must satisfy.
From a love whose honesty none deny,
or the lips of a silver tongued devil,
we need words of love or our hearts will die;
insecure, but reassured we'll revel.
With fear and hope, we are always searching
for true acceptance and love with meaning.