I have loved her too much, perhaps,

For my own good.

But when the thunder clapped,

among the wood

Her voice and smile could so contrive

To work their spell,

Until that healing power was alive

In me as well.

A brave brother lies not once, I've heard.

Who am I

To doubt a sage, or a brave brother's word?

But I must lie

For when I lie I stand among those who share

The unimaginable pain

of truth repeated- yet who dare

to lie again.