Puffery (Sonnet #495)
Cease with your puffery, setting a trap
Speak it only if you mean it; don’t break
My heart with all your empty compliments
You play against my insecurities
I take the dare thinking you value me
When what you want is something in return
Should I give in, what then? A broken heart?
Your conquest made, my devastation starts.
Should not a man value his lady fair,
Regard her as a heaven sent treasure?
To win her heart, she’ll hold your life in trust
For she’ll believe the one believing her.
What will you say, when God reviews your life?
How did you treat His precious gift, your wife?
© 2017 David W. Palmer