Saturday, October 1, 2011

In Lieu of Flattery

Eventually your intentions
Will become clear
Then I shall know
If your words are sincere

Clarity is certain
There is no flawless mask
Your eyes answers questions
That I dare not ask

The wine of flattery
Is mellow and warm
But dissipates quickly
Like hollow charm

I withhold a portion
Of whom I am
Until I am certain
Your love is no sham

Words without honor
Are a loathsome tool
First jilt, a scholar
Second jilt, a fool



  1. I really appreciate the last verse. So very true.

  2. Thank-you Vanyieck. I think I've been a fool a time or two;)


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