Love and Promises
Love elusive, where are you?
And why it is you not be true?
Evasive in your empathy
Elusive in your sympathy
And why it is you have no form
No structure known to me as norm
Were you forged as if just dream
In jesters laughing, spiteful scheme
Hammered, beveled out of air
Dipped in vats of cruel despair
Embellished with an aura bright
Attractive to all those who might
Seek in you a promise true
Of love in their life, overdue.
Promises are oft times false
A frenetic dance, too soon to waltz
Arrows dipped in some fools gold
To turn a heart, once warm, now cold
A whispered word of fortitude
Warped and twisted to delude
A friendship keen or love so true
Bereft of color, faded blue
Intent, it's meaning oft obscure
A bait, a prize, a captor's lure
Cast abroad with depth and scope
A net devoid of truth or hope
With promise of a need to meet
In truth, the hand of ill deceit.
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-11-15 at 17:57
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