You tell me that you have never met another
lady like me with such beautiful eyes,
but what I want to know is, are you telling the truth,
or are you just telling me lies?

Why do you play a game with my emotions,
so you can share just one night by my side,
for the next morning with its clear light will follow,
and I will see the truth in your eyes.

So why bother at all with these words,
if you know that they are just lies?
Why don’t you ask what you want and let me decide
if I want that too, or not, without lies?

Poem & Photo by Therese Gramercy, copyright 2010, all rights reserved.