How shall I liken unto thee
My beloved flower
who pretty much
made a fool of me.

True love requires patience
that many may know
but how is one to believe
based upon the quality
you show?

True love has no ego to bruise
nor has nothing to lose
Yet, when your object of
affection seems to create a ruse
its time to reevaluate
if its worth the cruise

Love offers its many illusions
often leaving much
confusion

No matter the smile
or the length of mile
There comes a time to
take off the rose colored
glasses
before being made into
foolish asses

We had our dance and a brief romance
unfortunately the pain endured
is not worth another chance

I set you free
I thank you for the love
you offered me
in your capacity