Heart of a Turncoat

Here it is; the surrender of my heart,
I am faithful to her body and mind ,
Thus I am struck by a cupids dart,
But courage and trust are less defined ,
So like a coward I retreat from desire,
Into the lonely chasm of my pondering,
Worshipping her passion, elegance and fire,
Remembering her in those times when we went wondering,
Yet as I attempt to uphold these visions of duty,
I conclude my dreams are not dreams of reason,
For though devoted to her innocence and beauty,
My kind words become words of treason ,
And because true love will seek to find a scapegoat,
She claims my heart is the heart of a turncoat.

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