You spoke of love with silken tongue, But every word was cold, untrue. A poisoned song, so sweetly sung, It broke my soul, yet carried you. I held your hands, I gave my trust, Believed the fire your eyes had lit. But promises dissolved to dust, And left my heart in shadowed pit. Now silence wears a bitter crown, Where once our vows were carved in stone. The rose has withered, petals brown, And I must walk this path alone.