A Lover's Lie
A Lover's Lie
You have forsaken
this wounded lover
and 'neath silence's veil waste no reply.
But you know certain
sweet words unspoken
in your heart that gives your silence the lie.
In your warm bed
you did know me
and with damp eyes shining bade me not fly;
yet with your ardor
banked and cooling,
you deny me, giving your bed the lie.
By your own hand
the wound is given,
with such words my complaint you would deny;
but your silence
is the cruel blade
rending my heart, giving your words the lie.
Bread has been broken
between you and I,
sweet passion's fruit shared with sated sigh,
and dry, red wine
has passed our lips,
spurring our fervor, giving doubt the lie.
Yet your silence
remains unbroken,
and I know that you will never say why.
But I know your secret,
the fear it holds--
you deny your love, giving it the lie.
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