Covert love

Love is eternal; agreed. But I am sure that everyone believes in the adage that familiarity breeds contempt too. So why not spice it up with a bit of variety?

My emotions are shackled to circumstances,
and weighed down by obligations.
From you I’ve masked the truth,
for I can never be true to thee.

In lies I’ve crafted this union,
to be as close as can be.
Can’t bear to be apart,
but I can never be true to thee.

Platonic love is for philosophers,
as existence to the physical relates.
But a philosopher I pretend to be,
for I can never be true to thee.

I bask in the warmth of your passion;
savour the taste of your taunt breasts.
I can feel the heat of your breath,
but I can never be true to thee.

As the wheel of time turns,
all I get are just fleeting moments.
Now despair engulfs me,
for I can never be true to thee.

I offer nothing but ambiguity,
engineered by human chemistry.
Let's meet as often as we can,
but remember, I can never be true to thee.