Your Handling

Hey you, there,
The being with love I see,
Is there love in your arms,
Love to share,
For me?

My soul is tarnished,
Rust rotting the core,
Love once coated,
Fortified bonds to ploy.

Incautiously handed out,
Trusted all, despite,
Some let me down,
In rage, powerless to fight.

Question upon your shoulder;
Did you take or toss?
More important, was there care?
Passion?
Truth in your cause?