White lies… always white
until mirror does refute
but love ventured, truly spoken
need not washes applied.
For lover’s taste lingers,
and lies can’t hide its spell
but sounds sweetly lipped
need heeding… less beguiled.
So choose wisely: lie or bed
for souls remember… remember well
as lies take more lies to lie…
lover’s taste lingers, but not so love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem