Lust Mistaken

A man did once capture me in a jar,

And though, his heart’s intent was not to harm,

My freed mind saw only a call to mar.

The masculine rely so strong on charm.


Each day I cried knowing no love could grow,

He felt his passion begin to simmer.

As all men in love must yet come to know,

Only a fool follows but a glimmer.


A seed of reckless doubt found in his chest

Did fester and pester each waking breath.

Around my brain the idea did arrest,

Pain is a weapon to bring about death.


Two hearts plummet into a growing rift.

Gain immediate gives way to loss swift.