Betrayal

Stupid Me

Stupid me, thinking those were signs of interest.

Stupid me for entangling myself in a web that was never a web at all.

Stupid me for the excitement, giddiness, and waste of numerous thoughts of you.

Stupid me for liking stupid you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was way ahead of myself with this one

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A Clever Arrangement

Oh the beauty of a floral arrangement

The many colors and fragrances

So meticulously blended



Many of these I once received

Certainly on every special occasion

Always along with the beautiful flowers

Came notes of "I Love You"



Sometimes for no reason at all

A dozen roses would come my way

The note attached would simply read

"Just Because"



Suddenly the flowers stopped coming

Never another one did I receive

Not even a straggling jonquil

In the early days of spring



Many years later, much to my dismay

I learned my husband had an affair with the florist



It was she, not he, who sent the flowers to me

What a clever way of eluding me

For suspicions I had none



Now I plainly see and I must agree

The floral arrangement was indeed

A very clever arrangement


Author's Notes/Comments: 

A Floral Affair

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Chasing Moonbeams

His brother's wife

her sister's spouse

another stunning story's out.

It's every weekend

in loving treason

thier chasing moonbeams.



Another night

another room

another love story to bloom

Another reason

for pleasure seeking

and chasing moonbeams.



Those old folk tales

where love never fails

have gone astray with their story line.

While some stay the same

some turn to blame

and change the future for a time.



Another beginning

another test

another cosy lover's nest

another new love

is it the true love

found chasing moonbeams.



He's got big plans

she's got her's too

another perfect couple coup

it's time to move up

and feel that new love

while chasing moonbeams                            



Those old folk tales

where love never fails

have gone astray with that story line

while some stay the same

some turn to blame

and change the future for a time.



He's late at work

she's home disturbed

another night alone for her

she's lost and hurt now

he's crowding her out

he's chasing moonbeams.





The mood retires

the moonlight lifts

another tired life to live

another small prize

a lonely compromise

while chasing moonbeams

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