Two Faced

 
Bitter is my pain, 
my testimony unsweet.  
Our emotions climb, but my mountains too steep.  
She comes cloaked as the wolf, 
and prowls amongst the sheep. 
A thief in the night, behind my heart she'll creep.  
A scholar of her ways,  
with many lessons to teach, she practices in the mirror,  
to herself she'll preach.  
Though her Pulpit isn't tall, too big,  or small.  
I don't want to condemn her, 
however i refuse to take her fall...