I saw the evil roll across your face
When I stated I would go my separate way,
For what but evil would find this disgrace
From one who did not love, and could not stay.
No tears of sadness heralded false despair
That manifested not but blinding rage;
And to that love what then would you compare
That bade true love embrace from gilded cage?
No love but selfishness would ask this state
As master would from some poor hapless slave;
Nor could a lover’s mind yet contemplate
The spate of twisted truth that was displayed.
True love cannot thus end in cold disdain,
For without truth, there is no love to gain.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.