Return Of Delilah Poem by Adams King

You conquered me with your looks
Set words heavenly invented
The bright covers of your books
Were lovely colored and painted

The chameleon will maintain it shape
After many borrowed coat of colors
Who made sweet the bitter grapes
Why hide your shame in words of honour

You are no better than my old demon
False tooth professing vain feelings
Looks so rare and heart as common
As every other souls dark and empty

You're a pretty wear on tattered body
Like a golden vase with faded flowers
You gave me poison in capsules of healings
Made me fly with a short lived feathers

You're no better than the devil I knew
Lovers that once played with my emotions
Under the cloud of love nothing is new
They're angels with the heart of demons