FALSE ENCOUNTER

by Anton Wills-Eve


<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/false/”>False</a&gt;

False of heart and of love, does your heart beat at all? – Swinburne

 

FALSE ENCOUNTER

His words were mellifluous, sweet coated in honey

His kisses treasured by her at a stream where he lay

His image, reflected, echoed his own love for Echo

Yet his love was false but why so she could not say

 

Because Juno struck her dumb for false revelations

And fairest Echo to stone was turned that sorry day

So be never like false Narcissus, egocentric, adoring

Only your own false self image as it fades each day

AWE

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