“Beautiful deceit”, <br />It’s what I like to call her <br />For deceit is what I’ve been given <br />And in her its manifestation. <br /> <br />Her beautiful deceit <br />When I lay down <br />And push <br />Knowing full well, <br />Beauty is fleeting <br />But for now <br />It's mine to enjoy. <br /> <br />All the time <br />Fraudulent eyes <br />And in me <br />A willing accomplice, <br />As if together <br />Two disconnected <br />Batteries <br />That once were fully charged. <br /> <br />And I feel <br />Perhaps rightfully so, <br />That it is not me <br />Who deserves her. <br />For only do I have her <br />Which as an instance <br />Is less than I’d like. <br /> <br />But at one time <br />She was full time <br />And also, <br />unappreciated. <br />A flower as such <br />may rise, <br />But will never bloom <br />in certain conditions. <br /> <br />I should’ve known <br />When the women I knew: <br />“she is beauty! ' and 'how lucky' <br />I’ve only heard women <br />talk the same <br />of movie stars and models. <br /> <br />Then winter came <br />And I lost my flower <br />Who grew busy blooming <br />On another tree. <br />Now the remnants of what was mine, <br />are finite and in partiality <br />often <br />fleeting. <br /> <br />Yet even partial <br />I will take her <br />until displays of passion are no more <br />Because when I’m in <br />it is certain <br /> <br />I have never seen such a <br />beautiful deceit. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright (c) David DeSantis<br /><br />David DeSantis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wilted-petals-2/
