A lion in sheep's clothing

"I Love you" , He says.
"Your beautiful", He repeats.
"I've missed you", He cries tenderly to me.

All of these words said eye to eye.
All of these words a lie after lie.

"He was so talented", I'd say.
"He was so witty", I'd repeat.
"A lion in sheep's clothing", I'd cry,
"why couldn't i see?"

He was a fogged glass
Which i dared not to wipe to peak.
Looking into his accursed eyes
as he broke charity with me;
It was as if it took losing myself to find & See.
The enemy who was all along so close to me
Waiting & counting most eagerly
for the final moment
he would expose this grand finally.

"Such fine lips you have" , He says.
"Such fine curves on such a young girl", He repeats.
"How i would love you make you mine", He tenderly whispers to me to me.

All of these words leading me into traps.
All of these words leading me to lay in his bed, trapped.

"He was so talented", they'd say.
"He was so witty", they'd weep.
"A lion in sheep's clothing", they'd mourn,
"why couldn't we see?"