the truth...
I closed my ears to those voices and gave you my heart…
Shut my eyes to the omens of reality
And opened myself to your signs and wonders…
Whatever was your history
Meant nothing to me…
Your love for me had cleaned the slate
For me, you would change your spots…
And I would mold you in the image I desired…
Your lips had never kissed any but mine,
and would forever bear the mark of my passion
Your arms would never cease to hold me
giving me pleasure for all my pain
I moved my life into yours
And made your words mine…
For you were everything I beseeched from the world
And I needed nothing beyond all you could give
I returned letters of warning, unopened and unread…
For no one, I knew, could comprehend
The binding of my hope to you
Foolish one that I was,
I took all your promises sealed with a kiss
And engraved them as treasure in a silver casings
I took all the smiles you bestowed upon me, your bonded servant
And hid them carefully in the chambers of my heart…
I look back in bittersweet remorse
at the birth of my disillusionment…
the death of my trust.
No finger can I lift,
except to point at me…
No other to blame,
Except the virginity of my naïve soul…
