I was wrong about this person

To know you is to know peace in a world that has been loud and cruel.

Yet my ears have not been deafened to the noises of the world

but expanded to hear things I once believed to be fairytale.

Things that make me wonder whether I was not a fool

to have trusted any words of love hurled at me by any before you.

I see now, it would be like comparing a pebble to a precious stone.

When their love sounded like static and yours a symphony,

do you blame me for questioning whether it was love at all?