The Trickster Of Romance

Poem By Diana Poems

I whisper sweet nothings in your ear
They mean nothing to me
I comfort you gently
When you are in fear
You still don't see
I don't love you today or tomorrow
But you think and feel that I do
A love of drama, a love of sorrow
You still don't have a clue
I avoid your hand when you place it out
I avoid your phone calls when it's all about you
Inside, your heart shouts
For my attention, for my ignorance to undue
You still don't have any doubts
I am the trickster of romance
I hide behind a smile
I make your heart dance
With the littlest efforts for a while
Until teardrops wake you
Until sanity comes through
Until reason gives a clue
Maybe then will you begin to have doubts
Maybe then will you begin to listen to your heart's shouts
Maybe then will you see right through me
And be able to set yourself free
And be loved by someone who actually loves you
And finally hold a hand that is true

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