Indiscretion
Oh for deep, deep sleep
Where my guilty heart can rest
And your tears forget
Love hard taskmaster
Taunts me with indiscretions
And your weeping eyes
Would that you could smile
Forgive my infidelities
And trust me again
But the deed is done
That gleam in your pretty eyes
Is now one of hate
Trust, like glass, is fragile ;o)
ReplyDeleteThis is a hard one, my friend. That is something I don't think I could forgive; I have seen too much of its damage. Well written, though.
ReplyDeleteVery touchy here, O.E. This is the wish of many but will it happen?
ReplyDeleteWould that gleam ever change now, to love and desire?
I forgave but she didn't stay. That turned out best for the both of us.
I have few things that I find too difficult to get over... this is one of them... I may forgive but some things not forgotten cause too much damage... this was really well written. It hits a mark...
ReplyDeletePS... no, his name wasn't Mark....LOL!
DeleteAn intense glimpse of the reality of far too many lives Robin. Trust is such a fragile thing, forgiveness might happen, but to rebuild trust to it's original depth is unlikely. Once that line has been crossed there is true return, the guilty must live with their guilt, and the other with their broken heart. The damage done cannot be undone. This was well written, and I liked it because of the lesson it teaches. Better to turn away from temptation, a moment of pleasure isn't worth a lifetime of regret!
ReplyDeleteUh, oh. Poor guy. I don't think I would want to sleep there, with those hateful eyes on me. : )
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