THE LIE

Writtten for Stormy Lady's Newsletter and Poetry Contest

THE LIE

Her love a dream kept silent;
a blemish on her soul
Yet love had chased all dignity,
just to be loved was her goal.

His hands carressed her lovingly
throughout the the dark of night,
A tainted image of contentment
Her heart filled with delight.

The lie she lived was all in vain,
for a mistress cannot win;
For comes the dawn the man is gone
back to his own world again.

Countrymom
6/15/04