You Had Said That You Loved Me So.

You had said that you loved me so
and never from my side would go,
professed a love undying and true,
you wanted only what I give to you.

No demands and no ties you said
just your love until you were dead.
I found these words sweet to hear
and so relished them upon my ear.

One day you got so upset with me,
for I did not carve our names in a tree,
it was in a place where you never go,
that you wanted it, how was I to know?

With angry works you struck out at me
revealing it just a grand illusion to be.
Your words like a stiff breeze did blow,
from the stage all the smoke did go.

Leaving only mirrors there upon the stage,
casting aside what seemed real in a rage.
I look now into the mirrors as I turn to leave,
just the reflection of a fool who did believe.

I guess another painful lesson learned,
once more I had faith and again burned.
Why do I fool myself, believe what I see?
There is no such thing as love, not for me.

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  • LoveDoctor on Apr 9, 2010

    There’s love underneath that pain. Love is so complicated. I love this poem. nice flow. well-done.

  • Payge on Apr 9, 2010

    Love is a great thing if you find the real deal and avoid the ones that dont mean what they say.Smokey mirrors will lie to you or is it the ones behind them telling you the lies?They are one and the same in my eyes.You have to know how to tell the two apart
    Anyway,A well writen piece I can relate to very well but yet believes real love does exist.Nice flow and a great piece to read
    on my return to triond after a short absense on my part.

  • Linley Alexander on Apr 9, 2010

    I could tell by the title it was going to be a sad one, but it was more sadness then I bargained for. But I loved it because I can relate. Well written, and the story is easy to pick out and understand. Nice job!

  • Authoress Terry E. Lyle on Apr 9, 2010

    Very cleverly written with its sad ending…hold on love is coming your way. Hugs & Kisses. :)

  • monica55 on Apr 10, 2010

    The pain of a broken heart is a horrible feeling, but we learn to get over it; and so will you. Soon you’ll look back and wondered what was that all about. An excellent share.
    Monica.

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