Insidiously it creeps

Walking barefoot across cool stony paths
Slowly gaining inch by inch
On the warmth of hope and joy amassed
through the toil and treasuring of time

shared with passion and love unbounded...
But insidiously does it creep
Over terrain it hopes to overrun
With suspicion and fear: and crosses

the threshold of the threat factor
when helplessly love looks the other way
and reason has gone on vacation
Leaving vacant that vast and empty space.

Insecurity is a vile and vicious thing
When its tentacles on love it does fling.