Lies
If she does lie, then I a fool, for trust
Does make the smart go dim, as faith does rest
Behind the sense, in shade of wit. Combust
The wise, arise the dull, forget the jest.
The realest sin is realest love, and when
I come to know the worst, the worst becomes
The best in mind; for man does love and then
Soon reaps the pain of lust that soon it brings
In mind of blind the fake is truth, for love
Of hoax destroys the fact, and left in sleuth
Is blur of grey for black and white a glove
they wear, the colors mask the glare of truth
Beneath the love that we have now, is sties
Of great despair; we hide in nuanced lies
