Maneuvers: Valentine's Devastation
Why the tenderness at first?
Was your intent to confuse me
Lead me into complacency
Then proceed to use me...
Why the compliments you once gave?
To have me wonder, and conclude
That fellowship might someday grow
Into something more - how rude...
Why the change of disposition?
Once meeting her, you withdrew from me
Your former openness shaded, transformed
And fell silent: hid your shared mendacity...
Why, still, can you not approach me?
Your substance naught but sullied dust
I allowed treachery, waiting for unveiling
Of the sham contrived by two I used to trust...
Why do you suppose I am wrathful?
No compassion have you shown; Oh, I believe
You have cowered - and current rendezvous proceeds
Do you know how you will undo the hoax you now conceive?
K.E.Cline, February 1996