When she swore to me she was telling the truth
I knew then that she was telling me a lie
I did not have to be a psychic or even a sleuth
But I believed her, as of the real truth I was terrified,
I loved her with all of my soul and my heart
I truly believed she could do no wrong or evil to me
She was my life my love, she was my counterpart
Whatever she did or say I just wanted to believe,
I did for her without any thought or debate
As I had swore my love and my feelings just for her
She was my soul my partner and my mate
And only to her with my secrets would I ever confer,
Wrong or contempt in her I did not want to know
I believed that her love for me it would never fail
Surprising to me her life was just a shadow
As in the end she showed me lies, and her betrayal,
Once she told me that she loved me; so we married
She became part of my thoughts and my prayers
But now all those emotions for her I have buried
Now somewhere she makes no promises, she only swears
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem