Deceiver
Some one is lying here
The issues are clouded with doubt
what seems so simple on the surface
swirls about my heart in disarray
Questions with no answers
promises seemingly made of glass
and feelings disoriented by accusation
To love is to trust fully
To trust fully is to give yourself up
for delving of deep shadows with light
And knowing only truths will be found
To love is to give oneself fully
With no reserve or hesitation
And only want that which equals
what you give to be returned; for all is all
Some one is lying here
For the knowledge of this love
Should not; could not be tarnished if all were true
And both were pure of heart and soul
There would be no questions only answers
of like for like and love for love
And happiness would be instinctive
for there would be no room for less than joy
and the pleasure of ones soul meeting another
I know the culprit of this crime well
One who whispers of dreams
One who seeks magic and wishes
One who lives the fantasy of these words
It is I who lie to myself for
surely there is no such love
And I have conjured yet another chimera
That will be dissolved in the light of reality
And I will once again be forced to live
with my crime of self enchantment
And await the punishment of darkness
for my sin of wanting what does not exist.
Linda Clark.... aka....£àûRîë
