That's Not Love

In opulence, you dwelled, with wealth's endearing might Gifts rained upon me, a gesture of your fleeting light Thoughtful, you seemed, in moments of tender reprieve Yet, when our bond broke, your words became a venomous deceive You branded me an opportunist, with lips that scorned Now I discern the truth, that love was never born For love can't be bought, nor sold like merchandise in store The heart that barters love, is one that's lost forevermore Perhaps you felt pity's sting, or remorse's hollow refrain But your words, they cut deep, like a dagger's fatal strain You vilify me now, with labels of scorn and disdain A rotten scum, an enemy, with no love to reclaim What did I do, dear heart, to deserve this fate? I loved you with abandon, with every fiber and every state But you, with your learned pride, looked down upon my name Education's pedestal, became the throne of your shame I chose to liberate myself, from the chains that bound I wouldn't spend my life, in a prison of the heart, unsound Gifts didn't captivate me, it was your soul I adored Your essence, your heart, your love, I yearned for, and nothing more In fervent prayer, I pleaded, on bended knees, for you to see The love that we once shared.