Poetical

Deceptive Truth

Once I was whispered a certain truth

That love always conquers all things

Is it truly so?

Twice I was murmured a certain lie

That all love comes with an expiration date

Is it deceptively so?

Thrice I was served with love

That kind of love, on a velvet pillow like a royal medallion with both bounded sides reflecting all at once

Is it misleadingly tempting to merge both sides?

Once I was given a choice

Will I be charmed or will I be blessed?

Is it a trustworthy lie?

Twice I was told to choose wisely

Is it a deceptive truth?

Thrice I was adorned with that certain medallion

Will I be hurt by love or will I be hated by the truth?