Love of Gain

Moon filtering lightly through the trees

Her skirts fluttering in the cool breeze

Bare feet on the cold stone path

Quietly through the wood she toed

Making no sound lest they hear

Soon they would know she was gone

She struck out at midnight

Running far away from home

She kept her pace steady, almost there

In the clearing by the pond

Is where he lover would stand

Now they wouldn't be parted

As she stepped into the opening

A mans silhouetted figure stood

She ran to his embrace

But the arms that caught her were not his

And the embrace was not that of love

It all went dark as cloth encircled her face

She knew not who he was

She knew not why he bound her

Struggling, he drug her a ways 

Lifted into a buggy, thrown into the back

She heard a sound that made her ache

It was the voice of the man she loved

Motionlessly alone with her thoughts

Her mind began trying to kill her

Oh she had been warned, Stupid girl

And then realization came

That love too often is not love

But simply love of gain 

Reviews

[FREE_BIRD]

ooops....nicely explained what we are in search never get but gain

[PonoEllis]

4th stanza, "he lover" you need to fix that, confused em for a second
good poem none the less, such a true tell