Symbolic Fraud Poem by Jorge Vespucci

To you the fairest of maids, I saw you as a holy
virgin, a sight worth tinkering to faith, yet I fell
So in love not knowing the spark lost it's heat

So there I sat and pondered what we'd be, what you'd be
if I never made a scar, lively chats did we so dear have
yet me not knowing the tinders last ember was extinguished
by my deathly hand

Twinkles in my sight and I never became aware of the hate in the pupil
Of your eye, a lovely memory how I fell in love with a husk of who once was
the fairest of scams to my weary heart but this ignorant of a fool
had in mind that all this would happen soon in a midnight ride