Untrue

You say you love me, but your love's untrue I do not feel it in the things you do and when you say it, coupled with a "kiss" the searing heat of passion's what I miss You say you love me, but I am alone Such loneliness to you might be unknown, and even when you're near, you're far away. I cannot reach your heart with what I say. You say you love me, but your eyes tell lies I see a look that does not idolize The windows to your soul are curtained now I cannot see inside; I don't know how. You say you love me, but your arms deny to comfort and caress me when I cry At times when storms let lose torrents of pain, a shelter in your love I cannot gain. You say you love me, but it can't be real A lukewarm sentiment is all you feel For love's inferno licks with flames so hot I tell you now, all this your love is not I want a love that sweeps my heart away that makes me crave your presence night and day I want a love that loves the worst in me A love that binds my soul though body's free I want a love that melts in its embrace that testifies its presence in a face I want a love as fierce warrior's will A love that quiets fear, makes madness still I want a love that all my thoughts consumes A love that dreams in buried heart exhumes I want, I crave, I covet love that feeds That satiates my soul, fulfills my needs You promised me a love that lasts all time A love like that you have, but it's not mine I get the crumbs while others get the feast For lack of such a love my heart's deceased. Eileen Manassian