Pretence, is the weakest lie told. Passion, answers all desire.

Pretence, is the weakest lie told. Passion, answers all desire.

This is a very sad poem. A hope that you find a way to make yourself happy. There comes a time in people's life (mine came and passed) where love is not enough. It seems to me that you love her, but are not in love with her. I think it's very sad that this woman does not know. Though, in her heart, I'm sure she knows. I hope your example to your children is to live their lives for themselves and not in a prison of others' happiness.