Betrayal

A whispered poem, like A gentle touch of love can put a spirit In sorrow to joy; It can deliver the restless mind to tranquility; It can mend and heal a broken heart; Rhyme or un-rhyme surely flows, Strengthening the weak, To live life and hope for the best. A passing wind ripples on palm trees, Can make a worried lover, Sitting on a metal bench beneath it, To wait a little longer for Her confused fiancé; It can bring her peace, a time to reflect her love; It can make her soul calm, for awhile Believing he’ll come ere the orb fades. But you, my dear friend, like A whispered poem can uplift my spirits, Just by the touch of your hand; You, like the passing wind, Can caress my faith; You can make relentless me, alive; Yet, you chose not to be… Instead, you’ve stolen my love.