Sunday, October 20, 2013

My Heart True

Do not think I am faithful to my word
I am but faithful to love alone
all the sweet promises I have heard
from you, did not make you my own
when I hungered you were good
your fertile body was my feast
but do not think I will not go
as so surely I would
and rise again as does the yeast
to find another, my heart to bare
and your moods as changing as the tide
an inconstant lover who doesn't care
will find me gone from your bedside
and even though I am gone from you
love itself will be faithful, my heart true