When I first found you,
I thought you were the real deal,
Handsome and of means.
Your mystery and promises
Of jewelry and charitable contributions,
Maybe even a luscious meal with fine wine.
Your credentials looked superb at first glance.
How no one had found you before
Is beyond me, but there you were,
Out there where all could see and in my grasp.
I felt blessed for my good works perhaps or
Just my generous nature, attracting value.
I kept you hidden, my treasure!
How I bragged about my new love!
Friends and family celebrating this bond we made –
No one had ever found such a prize just by chance! –
Until we discovered your true worth
Upon scrutiny as it unfolded!
Your heart, counterfeit;
Our love, a sham!
How duped I was by your smile and
Those eyes, your vivid presence;
Your charisma was regal;
Your sources, trusted;
Your history, infallible!
I was blind and hopeful that the treasure was authentic;
My dreams were shattered by your fake demeanor,
A mere cheap costume!
My fall from grace hit me hard.
You are but a cheap imitation.
Those eyes, mocking slits,
Your smile, a sneer!
My love, a low and vile scoundrel in waiting
For an innocent soul.
Copyright© 2017/11/08 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshine weaver.wordpress.com
Image: The fake 100-dollar bill printed by the United Stars of Halloween. I found this folded up on grass along a pathway I was walking on and trying to clean up just to be a good citizen. I felt pretty excited and told everyone I had found 100 dollars! Well, upon closer examination if the bill, I found It was just paper. I was so disappointed and, of course, embarrassed that I hadn’t been more discerning in my excitement. The whole incident reminded me of love gone wrong out of in-authenticity.