How to end it
I wear my heart displayed upon my face.
Attentive readers find their meaning there..
Where feelings thought too deep to be embraced
Can shine demurely where they do not scare.
As Freud observed we're never quite disguised
Betrayal is our body's real motif
The message comes conspicuous from the eyes..
Bright sparkles or your tears of blackest grief.
The answer to a question seemly leaps
So Yes or No is visibly revealed.
The blush that spreads so fast across the cheeks
Both bold and shy unable to conceal.
Your face tells me you lied when Love you wrote.
Yet let us part with song as we are poets.
Your face tells me you lied when Love you cried.
So let the knots that chain us be untied.
Your face asffirms you loved me when you lied.
And all the love you gave is not denied.
Your face reveals you never felt true love.
So let me go and buy yourself a dove.
Your eyes tell me you know not what I mean.
So come to bed and let us lie and dream.
Your face looks like a cat's that lost the cream.
I know life's never what it merely seems.
Your eyes are gaping with a startled air.
Come comfort me and let me ease their stare.
Your face is changing as I write this down.
So take me in your arms and do not frown.
Your face is smiling like the rising sun.
This is a mere dream,my work is done.