In the court of whispered shadows, trust was led astray,
Words like honeyed poison, promises that sway.
Hearts built on foundations of delicate deceit,
Love’s pure light obscured by the dark of conceit.

Beneath the veil of tender smiles, truths remain concealed,
Each affectionate gesture, a falsehood revealed.
The echo of sincerity, a hollow, empty ring,
In the theatre of love, where lies take wing.

The bond once forged in earnest, now a fragile thread,
Each lie a dagger, leaving love half-dead.
Eyes once filled with passion now reflect mistrust,
As the edifice of love crumbles into dust.

So in the silence of the night, the truth stands bare,
Love that thrived on lies cannot long endure or fare.
In the ruins of deception, hearts must mourn and grieve,
For in the end, only truth can love truly weave.