In the whisper of a gentle breeze,
Lies the promise that deceives,
A tender touch that feels so real,
Yet hides a heart that will not heal.

Eyes that sparkle with borrowed light,
Reflecting dreams that seem so bright,
A fleeting moment, a borrowed smile,
Love’s masquerade, a fragile guile.

Words spoken with a silver tongue,
Echo in chambers where shadows hung,
Promises woven with threads so thin,
A tapestry of lies, where trust has been.

In the quiet of a lonely night,
The truth emerges from hidden sight,
A love that fades like morning dew,
Revealing a heart that’s never true.