Tangled Web Poem by Helen Crutchett
Tangled Web
Oh, what a tangled web we weave
When he doth deceive.
Still, we hunger for his endless love
Or. be left alone like a wingless dove
Sweet words amorous, deceit well hidden
We tread this path like someone driven.
Caught in a trap with no deliverance
His love is not what you'd call agape
Still, we fall hard for this bard
Until it dawns one day
We have been burned.
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