A love that consists
A whole foundation of a life
That continues to resist
The mistrust and a knife.
A religion that roots deep
Beneath the establishment of humanity
That carries out to keep
The worship of the Christianity.
Time reveals various sides.
A golden necklace in his pocket
That a girl never received.
A kiss of broken words
That promised everything but to cleave.
His eyes that follow another girl’s back
The girl now believes.
Da Vinci Code discovers another truth.
A bible may or may not have
Been written by one man,
A Jesus may or may not have
Been married to Maria Magdalene,
The sangreal may or may not have
Been a symbol of a female.
Absence may make the heart grow fonder
But what is out of sight may be out of mind.
A child could choose
To thank the Santa or the parents.
We shall never know
The truest version of these stories.
All I can do is choose
A truer version for myself.