Considering Lilies

 He is the liar of the worst degree. He will find a penny and return it to the owner there is no word out of place. Exact in his measure, proportion and color. He wont take what isn't his, or cut in front of his place. He lives strictly on his measured portion and takes no more But when he comes to the mirror, the alter of his lies, dressed in trimmed silk and cap he only sees a beggar. A young man still, he sees every line and frowns at his age. And while she sings to him,  verse and song,  belonging only to him, because of his sweet sweet soul and as he blossoms at the love she gives he swallows, and tightens the noose on his neck and proclaims she is nothing to me. And while she dies, he hardens his tears so no one will see his liars soul.