Web of lie's

The keeper of the woven web
Came to my sad and lonely bed
With dulcet tones, and bonhomie
To touch my soul of honesty
With sentiments of tenderness
As she cast her web to providence.

Small mercy's I would soon embrace
And would I could her face erase
From memories of sad acquaint
With mask her face of blameless saint
Beguiled I was as in a trance
With love and lies and deep romance

Too soon she would from me depart
Wrapped in her web my broken heart
And I am left in no small way
A lesser man than yesterday
No more would I trust loves soft sighs
In fear of webs spun with cruel lie's
Brendan.




Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2006-04-10 at 13:00

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Zoya Zaidi
There is nothing more hurting then lies in love!
There are some beutiful lines from Shakespear's Sonnet (XL, I think)to this effect:

"And yet love knows, it is greater grief
To bear love's wrong then hate's known injury."

(((((Hugs dear Branden)))))

Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-04-10