Shall I tell you of the
Lies that lovers tell?
Each to each, but
Each one speaking
To his own heart,
The lover used as
But a pawn for
Each to hear the
Timeless words
Of Love and Promise
Faith and Fidelity.

Cover me with your
Gossamer tapestries
Of love's words, but
Know that as the
Lace of Love drifts
Down, it can't
Conceal the waiting
Lover in Love's Bed,
As instead it will
Reveal each heart
To each, to be their
Own false destiny
Of broken promises
And damaged souls.

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<>Author's Note

There are times when a thing will not stay silent. And seeming birthed from it's own soul, the words spill forth until the thing has had its say. The poet becomes the pawn--no more, no less.