I had not learnt to lie
To the stranger ahead
Or to the love beside
And wished i did not till i die
This pityful stranger
Has no cruel wish against
For what does he get from my lie or two
Meagre loss or profit both of few
But this sinful love i hold
'beware of it '
As i was ever told
Has made me wish... I did
With lies of lust or of the future due
In a swirl I wish i could explain
Neither am i a man of diplomatic thought
Nor do i hold a genius mind sought
This sinful love
Has made me wretch in never felt pain...
Its no agony that it be with me...
What hath i done to deserve ye
Oh pain much worse than to turn grey...
Into these sands..
Into these lies...
Wish i could believe....
But this sinful love has thought me how to lie...
An agonizing feeling of love and lies, very intense poem grabbing onto my heart and not letting go! Great write. Thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An agonizing feeling of love and lies, very intense poem, grabbing onto my heart and not letting it go throughout this poem. Great write! Thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn