BETRAYED

BETRAYED

Love is but a game of chance,
Just a gamble at its best;
The one she loved has proved untrue
Leaving her soul in unrest.

Her voice cries out in pain,
Yet no one hears her grief;
She lifts the potion to her lips
Seeking only sweet relief.

In a tiny churchyard
Is the spot where she was laid;
A woman who loved too deeply
And found herself betrayed.

Countrymom
1/2/04

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