Tender lips carry a looming dilemma,
A pretense of excitement can’t forgery mask
Under false pretenses, I swam in a sienna-colored sea

In your deceit a cautionary tale
To not underestimate pale words
Imbued with the disillusionment of admission

A truth that although known never revealed
Does not much comfort offer
But today I rest, knowing that I've known thee more in myth than in our candor.