A Promise
She watched the flames as they flickered up the coals,
and felt the warmth emanate from them.
Not a real fire, of course,
but one that was commanded by electricity,
effective none the less.
Leaning back in the chair, she thought,
funny how we can be taken in by something ‘fake’
that looks so genuine.
Like his stories, all bogus, burning the heart, slowly.
When they first met, all was dreamy.
He was handsome, charming, debonair,
compatibility seemed to exist between them.
The perfect gent that she had hoped to find.
Then she found out it was all a sham,
and that he was a cheat, a liar
and a philanderer.
On overwhelming feeling of revulsion had taken over
and anger filled her mind.
She looked again towards the reddish orange blaze,
and made a promise to herself, never to get burnt
by an imitation of the bona fide article.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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