You brought me wine and bleed it with poison,
Could I have been any blinded to not see your hidden agenda?
There’s so many times someone can trip over your lumpish lies,
Surprising part, was finding the Beauty you call friend
Communing with you at the table, the passion spoke for itself.
As I watched you drift away my heart grew weary.
Deprived of love, for the next one that comes along.
My Love is foreclosing and there’s no buying out,
An end to my era!