As true as truest lovers be,
Yet fault of love is caught in thee,
Who choose that love should sprout fault free
From smallest meet and greet and see.
For love like this from truest lover,
Fake as is a winters flower
Frozen in a perfect state,
Forgets that summers touch of fate
Soon does wilt this mock desire.
Love a spark, a flame, a fire,
As true as truest lovers be,
When sacrifice is made for thee.
The fakest of the truest lovers
After love is made,
May kiss thy cheek
With those blue lips
And then thy cheek may bleed.
If cheek dost bleed beneath blue lips,
As this coldest touch dost heed
Then you should know the fakest lover,
True beneath the won’dring cover,
Left before the sun comes out
To burn or wilt perceived desire,
With the light of truths true fire.