Your words were filled with such devotion,
And reflected in me just as bright,
I drank your sweet and sickly potion.
Sounds strung to entice such emotion,
And flames of passion, you did ignite,
With words of love and such devotion.
My love for you, no greater token,
Blissfully blinded to any blight,
To drink your sweet and sickly potion.
Yet your actions held another notion,
One that was filled with malicious spite,
Your words were filled with such devotion,
Every sound, a healing ocean.
And I, aware and without a fight,
Did drink your sweet and sickly potion.
Your passion left me bruised and broken.
And with your script, you would just recite,
Those words of love and such devotion.
And still, I drank that sweet and sickly potion.