Love is a fine afternoon tea party
With shortcakes and cheesecakes present
On a french iron garden table
With vased hollies and poppies
Heart is a tea set made of porcelein
With greens being poured, gambled in gossips
Taking away the bearer's sane.
Trust is drinking a poisoned tea
Drunk and dazed in it's alluring aroma,
Our fooling eyes only believes what we intended to see
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PoetryHi I'm Eliss and this is my compilation of short stories, poems, prose and plays
