All In The Game

Showered in verbose filligree With romantic finesse, she was won Allured blindly by flattery, A naive ready heart came undone. Her love poured bountiful affection Believed his lies masked as truth Casting out essential discretion Released her heart to bitter fruit. Upon conquest, masks are removed. Pain and witness clears pretense The absence of true love is proved And the heartbreak it ushers, intense. Oh the cruel daily dying! When will the gnawing pain cease? Why do her eyes not stop crying? Is there ever no comfort from these? Healing of deep hurts takes years But our hearts were created to love And Time does dry up the tears With a little of God's mercy above.