SONNET LXIV - THE WOUND

You say you truly love me, but you don't
True love would never cause me so much pain
You swear you're gonna change things, but you won't
Before the tears have dried, I'm hurt again
I know to you this notion seems absurd
But your true heart is unmasked by your deeds
An action shouts much louder than a word
A wound that you amend with lies still bleeds
But you don't even know what true love means
It isn't just some tingle in your heart
True love is where all life and truth convenes
A bond where lies could never play a part
   I dearly wish these vows you made were true
   My foolish heart still wants to be with you.