by retrodiction

Love from a father, a mother, a lover.
Love from a friend, life most oft deliver.
Try as they might to be invincible,
Lord knows, love is anything save simple.
Primly laced to hide the tattered edges,
Pepper prayers to fix the broken bridges,
“If you ignore it, it doesn’t exist”
That is a code we willingly persist.
Such a perfect picture it is we paint,
To hide from a life we refuse to taint.
So mar the soul and will it to implode.
Pay penance for the now neglected load.