Margaret Widdemer

1884-1978 / United States

Unfaith

YOU hid the love in your eyes–
How could you think I knew?
It was only a step to his comforting
From the hurt of you.

For even a woman's eyes
Grow tired of tears–
It was so long a way to look
Down the naked years!

And I had rest from heartbreak
And I had peace from pain. . . .
Why do you have the love in your eyes
Again, again?
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