Your love was sketched out then embroidered in Hell
And the tapestry hung like a colourful veil
Your face was a picture, not one of conceit
Such a clever disguise that surrounded deceit.
You gift wrapped your charms with ribbons and bows
Portrayed with beauty in elegant clothes
A white devil stalking the most foolish of men
I bought all of this, thinking you were my friend.
With you by my side, I never felt cheated
I was the victor, never defeated
You’re quite the little expert, you made this an art
Yes, I bought your charms but you broke my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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