My heart cannot bear asking for your forgiveness,
and at that moment, your happiness drains.
I change tune, wanting to believe in your rightness,
hoping, the devil's blood does not run through your veins.
A sweet bitterness my body permeates,
as you, my distrust, remonstrate.
When the mind, the heart negates,
its beat, will further desolate.
I suffer, when about you, my mind I have made up clearly.
My grieving heart I have strained with no remorse.
Am I wrong, or somehow you have deceived me?
To the mind or to the heart belongs this force?
You I trust, more than myself, though I am not naive.
But if I find that you have ever deceived me,
I know, my heart, the truth will not believe,
but my mind, by you, will be hurt gravely.
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Nice poem. Rich in depth and imagery. Beautifully conceived. I rate it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.