Quips and Swindles

A lusty breeze in my heart akindles,

But you have extinguished affection’s fire.

I’m weary of all these quips and swindles;

Yet still you play sirens’ songs on your lyre.

Though my fidelity you have appalled,

Remains in your grin a ruthless appeal.

My fondness forever you have enthralled

But love for your fair will I must conceal.

Guilt roils and rumbles from deep in my soul:

You do not want me, but want you I do.

I hide from rejection, empty that hole,

And attend to all things—all things but you.

Two blue rivers flow from truth’s nuclei,

And you skip away ‘neath a clear blue sky.

The End

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