Anger of deceipt
Anger; for her alone? No, but for I,
for naivity of thought, conduct polite
in place of passion; the dream went awry,
wanting of the heart, love lost overnight.
What a fool was I? Naive in time first,
to express my hidden lust which she sought,
unsuspecting of her amorous thirst,
all too late, left abashed alone distraught.
She had chosen to fulfill her passion
in place of innocence, far more knowing
to satisfy her lust past compassion
ending a promise of love worth growing.
Deceipt to shatter dreams without intent,
through anger drowning feelings of lament.
Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015