In a land where guilt doth weigh heavy on hearts,
Where deception lurks in each shadowy part,
Love is a treasure, a fragile art,
In this tale of sorrow, let us start.

A maiden fair with eyes of blue,
Her heart so pure, her love so true,
But a suitor came with lies in tow,
And deception began to grow.

He whispered sweet nothings, made her swoon,
His words a symphony, a lover's tune,
But behind his smile, a darkness loomed,
And soon her world was marred and doomed.

Guilt like a specter haunted her days,
For falling for his wicked ways,
But love, like a flame, refused to die,
And she knew not how to say goodbye.

So she lingered in the shadows cast,
By the web of lies he had woven fast,
Deception's chains held her tight,
But love's light still burned bright.

In the end, the truth did shine,
And she saw through deception's design,
Guilt and love in battle fought,
But in the end, it was love she sought.

Though wounded and scarred, she stood tall,
For love conquers all, in the end, recall,
Guilt may linger, deception may sway,
But love will always find a way.