Clinking Anklets

The face of beauty enamors yet,

Can’t forget those lips though they lied,

Something dampens my sleepless eyes,

In nights of hope long ago dried,

Forgets the heart, ‘tis meant to beat,

Runs my breath rather incomplete,

In the rush to keep faithless ones,

Lost my consort, lost the friend,

Confession be that I need love,

Life is too short for me to pretend,

Our virtues cling to time and go,

Our mistakes linger as long as we last,

Each damned night I happen to hear,

The clinking anklets of my past.