The Original Fake

Far from the truth,
Close to the lies.
Beyond belief,
And his masked disguise.

He is a Deceiver,
A non-believer.
He speaks of Love,
And how we should not shove.

BUT.. Alas dear reader,
It is his obsession with "Beaver"
And so cleverly manipulates,
Just to be with her.

She can’t see the truth,
And so lives his lies.
Succumbed to believe him,
And sees no masked disguise

She is a heart bleeder,
Armed with a meat cleaver.
She said she is Love,
Those words don’t fit like a glove.

BUT .. Alas dear reader,
It is her possession, “The Beaver”
Which was used to manipulate,
Me to be with her.

We were to Wed,
But it was me who fled.
Why? You ask,
Her Love was a mask!

This may be a poetic riddle,
About a cat that used her “Fiddle”
To get her Spouse to deliver her the “Moon”
Now I can only laugh,
As false Love is her sport,
She can gladly run away with that “Toon”