Liar Liar

by Mia Wells

Do I like to look? Or look to like?

For who could know the truest end
Do I like to please? My ardour fine
Or please to like and play pretend?
Inconsistent as the weather’s mood
And quiet as the sparkling sun
Does though wish to make me a fool
When Venus’ work is done?
I pick the petals from the bloom
In seeming useless vain
Since you cannot requite or even look
To send your heart my way
         I pray thee, what is your will? Your true desire
         Or am I just conned by a charming liar