All In The Game Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

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With romantic finesse, she was won
Allured blindly by flattery,
A naive ready heart came undone.

Her love poured bountiful affection
Believed his lies masked as truth
Casting out essential discretion
Released her heart to bitter fruit.

Upon conquest, masks are removed.
Pain and witness clears pretense
The absence of true love is proved
And the heartbreak it ushers, intense.

Oh the cruel daily dying!
When will the gnawing pain cease?
Why do her eyes not stop crying?
Is there ever no comfort from these?

Healing of deep hurts takes years
But our hearts were created to love
And Time does dry up the tears
With a little of God's mercy above.