Unveiled

In what garden of error Is there greater despair Than the substitute For love's pure bloom? ... Which is the open wound In an immovable ground That makes of love a weed To depart whilst it bleeds? ... The lie is disclosed Defrauded-exposed The diamond-only glass Which falls from truth-then cracks... False friend-fly from me! Or I will away from thee While the surface blistered still My broken dream- I cannot heal... Silence lie-perish and be gone Much of life is yet condone When from past shall present borrow This burden shall weigh less of sorrow...