Twisting in the Wind

And now I wait. A verdict is to come.
I’ve done her wrong, she says. I dare not act,
And frozen by my love for her, I’m numb
And terrified. My only play is tact,
To be contrite, but not to appear weak
Of heart. It’s confidence I need to show.
I think I’ve done no wrong. She will not speak
Of what she thinks I am, She wants to know
Who uses words like that if not to hurt,
She says that love requires hearts be pure.
One cannot shed one’s feelings like a shirt,
And fall for other’s words meant to allure.
I heard a siren’s song and turned my head.
That turning’s now the consequence I dread.

 

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