Anatomy of a lie
Ring me not forth to justify my blame; Your cruelty has crept upon my breast, And from your sighing eyes there leapt a flame That rend my soul, how could I lay at rest. Speak, tell your legend with a truthful tongue; Use wit, but slay me not with veiled disguise. Who in your proud, egoistic heart is hung? Reveal the shade that haunts your midnight eyes. Your cozening looks have long been foes to me, For none but I have glimpsed their covert art; And if your pulse beats sincere in love for me, Why still deny the knowledge in your heart? I stand near God—O damsel, now be mine; Whisper the tumult of your love's design. ----Affaq