My Untrue Mistress Looked in My Eyes

My untrue mistress looked in my eyes and sighed “I love you true.” You have given your love to many men, I know where do I stand I don’t know. She kissed me with her honeyed lips, but I am a dismal man in funeral attire. How can I love you with this mind? When my heart bleeds, yet I look fine. She clung herself to my chest to give me more pain, and take away my rest. “I can’t hear your beat” she sobbed. The man who loved you is robbed and dead. I am mere Zombie in his guise