Deceptions

by Alan

Our yesterdays of love are lost in time,
So now, instead of being here, she's gone.
Love's ladder was so effortless to climb,
For there were many rungs to pause upon.
I fantasized my every love was true,
And youth gave me excuses to deceive.
But my deceptions ended what we knew;
Her love for me did not remain naive.
The arrows of my infidelity
Inflicted her with injuries of shame.
I stupidly destroyed her trust in me;
Admittedly, I had myself to blame.
Now youth is gone and love has lost its rhyme,
But how I wish that I could turn back time!