Loves contempt.

This poem is about when love breaks down and things go bad.

The love I knew and gladly bore was deep in versatility.
But as It grew its sadly tore and showed its in fertility.
There grew a seed inside their hearts of blackened souls and ill contempt.
So what they reaped was nothing more than ticking clocks of time they spent.
Through shiny doors and see through walls she throws a stone from in her house.
But shattered was the love they shared 4' faith exchanged itself for doubt.
There is no doubt she'll question this and ask for whom these words are meant.
There are meant for thee and meant for me and and souls that share in loves contempt.