Catfish

A man of promised romance
To praise thy with violets
She gave him a chance
One to haunt her soul

So warm, genial, and trustworthy
The man vows love forever
To free her heart in Paris
But truly he is clever

A con exploring art
But he welcomed lust
Only to toy with hearts
Leaving emotions subccumbed

And the truth hidden
Upon the darling mist
In true colours of gray
Where she is trapped amidst

And to pronounce dead of virtue
Deceiving every granted wish
Free as a kite is the sinner
A cold blooded catfish
12/9/12 Erwin Jung