Betrayal Of Love Poem by Steven Cooke

He cares not for conversation,
Though he moans all day
He is not handsome,
Yet beauty will seek him
He cares not for any one lover,
For he loves them all

My friend is ungainly,
And children run from him.
He cares not for broken hearts,
Or for poets dreams,
Though their pen would be silent, without him

His manners are questionable,
For he takes all, without asking
And they cannot refuse.

He grows fat from their offers,
But he always craves more,
For his lovers cannot resist,
The secret our lover keeps.

They reveal all willingly,
Just to hold him.
Two strangers naked for love
For they need his touch,
To complete their love

He is an addict,
His addiction made worst.
Tempted by the summers colour,
Climaxed by sweet odor’s,
A conspiracy of love
For him to taste.


But I will betray him.
I will calm him down.
I shall rob him of his prize,
For I too am a lover
And I need his sweet offerings
To give to my love.

You see
We know each other well
He does not question me,
Though I hold his real love for ransom
I do not question him,
Though my future is his to command,
You see I am his keeper
And he is the Honey bee