Rumor

In whispers, secrets dance, a rumor's game, Of you and Fay, a tale aflame. But know, dear one, I'm not blind to see, The truths concealed, they're clear to me. You act as if I'm unaware, Of whispers floating in the air. But hush, my friend, I hold their key, I know far more than you believe. I played the fool, a clever guise, To catch deceit behind your eyes. For you're not sweet, as you pretend, A bitter taste, I comprehend. The rumors fly, like birds in flight, Yet truth emerges, shining bright. Trust me, dear, I see through the mist, The tangled webs that you have kissed. So let them talk, their tongues may wag, But I won't drown within their swag. For in the realm of whispers and lies, My knowledge grows, it never dies.