Love Or Betrayal Poem by Jorge Alexandre

Oh, lies that thou doth
Whisper within one's breath.
I love thee,
I love thee she said.

Not the first to bring
Her into arms of thine own,
But now I know, I will
Surely not be the last,
To do as so.

And with impeccable beauty,
Thou doth lie, yet i fall to
Those serpent stings
Which make me die.

If thou has ever loved me,
Or sense a touch by these
Personas of mine,

Come to my sweet embrace,
And I will never again think,
Of you betraying I.