Affliction

That fresh morning, crisp and dry,
the soft breeze gently flowing by,
Stood by him,unable to cry,
but mortal agony deepening high.

Together, we had vowed forever to tow,
Our field of flourishing love with care.
Until one day when his mask flew off,
Exposing the unfaithful cheat right there.

I dazed as he smoothly denied,
No regret, guilt or shame followed by,
Malice filling within me, nothing benign,
and tiny droplets suppressing a sigh.

His denial accompanied a series of lies,
Until the thread of love tore apart,
And amongst our story of broken ties,
Lay the wonderful memories unable to depart.