Feed me not lies

Feed me not lies
When lovers eyes
Make fools of me

For scarce my mind
Made myths of musing
Did sing of thee awhile

But scorn in me defile
For tis all of wrought
The afterthought

Of what to think
Such shallow truths
Should lie in me

Awe for vanity
A veil concealed
In thy hand may yield

If twould tell the tale a truth
To but know thee as I do
And still thy heart to woo

For in time
This momentry crime
Doth wash away

And bright the day
That may yet come
When I with thee

And thee with me
As one may agree
If ere the day should be

Then come oh gentle night
And scare thy stars to flight
That dawn the day

Make yawn of night
And hold thee
In my sight

For I should
Call thee to me
And ne'er depart

-Joshua Lee Foist