Truth

Airy-faerie Room of bliss
What kind of bliss compares to this?
The tales of love, of greed, of woe
The plots of stories afore-told
For eyes and mind cannot see
The truth in the stories that you read
It is seen by something not used very often
Far off of the path that is trodden
The only thing that can truly sight
The faeries and wood-nymphs haunting the night
With nothing else can truth be sought
Because truth can only be seen by the heart.