…….

unkind words that aren’t true

speak not of virtues but of indignity and goes eskew

my tongue and my lips moved

to whisper a story about the moon

do not swear thou love upon the moon

for it is variable, and disappears once it is due

swear thou love upon thou self

for it survives till till thou soul is taken

this glistening sands of time is a sight

that watches thee till thou vows is lost in the night

my lips they say that i love thee

there’s no truer words than those

and none disagrees.