Disloyal Women Poem by James McLain

They smiled beneath the tender moon,
With lips that told of love untrue,
And hearts that shifted like the tide,
As fleeting as the morning dew.

They whispered secrets, soft as silk,
And danced with grace in lovers' arms,
But in their eyes, no flame remained,
Just shadows of their fleeting charms.

They left behind a trail of sighs,
Of promises that could not stay,
Like petals from a withered rose,
They fell, then drifted far away.

Oh, disloyal women, bold and free,
You wander where the heart can't see,
And leave a broken melody.