She promised with her lovely eyes
She promised with her sincere lips
She promised with her sanctified self
But never promised she with her heart. One day, on a casual walk in the garden
He heard voices, soft, sentimental
He heard as she promised to another
The fullness of her love

He left, unseen, his heart heavy, slowly dying
All he asked of her was sincere love.

Instead, she leashed him, whipped him
With kind words covered in deceits
And left him all alone
Giving him he knew
What he so richly deserved
Having done the same to so many
Flashing love as a comedy
A comedy of breaking well-meaning hearts

As flowers fade and die
So indeed the deeds repay
To bring the best reward of tears