Tonight we shall lay among the stars
So I may tell you all the lies
Lay your head upon my shoulder
And I will stitch you up inside
It may be false hope
But it is a hope so sweet
Do not turn your face away
For you know you love the deceit
My flattery is what you want
You may come to me without fright
You need my gentle deception
So let me be your Angel Of Lies tonight
(part thirteen of the Angel series)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well, except for the brutal truth of the last stanza (part 12) of the angel series I was enchanted to the point of tears, but like you have done in other poems, you expose your sense that beyond the veil of Love is a deeper world of deception. I would love to read the Angel Series poem in its entirety without the parts, like all stanzas as one poem. What a wonderful and warm group of poems. I wish I could understand you better to know why you give us eleven love poems then in the twelfth you give us a poem more rooted in the reality of, it seems, one who has traveled the road all Lovers travel, knowing that underneath that veil of Love are deceptions and half-truths used to create a moment in time, but not an enduring and long-term Love. I would like to know your thoughts on this theme that I have recognized and explained to you, as how I see your take on Love. It is a lovely poem (series) dear heart.