Illusion

To my lonely, sad and trusting eyes
Which did not see your ploy,
You seemed like a glittering jewel
And I took you in with love and joy.

Seeing my torn and bleeding hands
I realize what the jewel was;
What cut and slashed while I held it close
Was just a shard of glass.

~ Shanta ~

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