Treachery at Large

I have trodden
On many a treacherous paths,
Though not treacherous--
in the treacherous sense,
Yet treacherous e'er they were.

In thine perilous web..
Thou hath me enthralled,
From mine own true self..
Was I forever stonewalled.

At last! Eyes wide!
I saw of that which was left in hide..
The gleam of youth doth time delay,
The plight of life in molt portray.

Love cures,
Supposing love..
Lasting patience holds.
Many a times..
Likewise..
Love doth not suffice.

-Thanyarat Komolsingsakul