Clover

my muse, who lights my fuse as we cruise wherever we choose as love grew, everything made new banished my blues, only pretty views visiting zoos, hoping one day church pews but how could I know it was a ruse? how come I missed all of the clues? I crumbled when you left your bruise my heart knows what it is to lose over and over and over and over I hunt for love that will be true instead of every day I rue when my world is painted blue what am I getting wrong? what do I do? when pain is all my history proves? the answer is its to myself I must pay dues to become someone who can't be used my horizons would open, options to peruse then those who have walked in my shoes won't be as rare as a four leaf clover.