Two-faced - Beady Belle

She’s struck by the juggler

Who juggles the balls

Engrossed in all the ascents

And the falls

He jumps and cavorts

Throwing balls in the air

Dividing his focus

His mind, everywhere

She does love the juggler

She is a true fan

Although it’s a pity

The juggler’s her man

His talent is two-faced

As he breaks his bounds

He runs with the hare

And he hunts with the hounds

She’s ready to bow

To the inevitable

Her love held in place

By his bewitching embrace

He plays on the two strings

He has to his bow

The charlatan plays on her

And plays it low

But what can she do

When she’s so much in love

Her reason is valued

But passion above