Unmasked

In what garden of error
Is there greater despair
Than the substitute
For love's pure bloom? ...

Which is the open wound
In an immovable ground
That makes of love a weed
To depart whilst it bleeds? ...

The lie is disclosed
Defrauded-exposed
The diamond-only glass
Which falls from truth-then cracks...

False friend-fly from me!
Or I will away from thee
While the surface blistered still
My broken dream- I cannot heal...

Silence lie-perish and be gone
Much of life is yet condone
When from past shall present borrow
This burden shall weigh less of sorrow...

poem by Romeo Della Valle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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