Love-Ness

Oh, what we do for love,
When we think it is true,
We try to make them happy,
And like to put them first.

But when we find,
Its not true, we turn on them,
Like wolves.
We put them down,
And spread poison with their name.

Why is it this way?
When we find we are wrong,
Is it THAT hard to bear?
We take out our mistake
On the one we thought we loved.
Peace comes from love,
But so does war,
So is love really safe??