Swore To Me

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