In the whispers of the wind
a secret is shared
a truth that's hidden by our true life styles on the false world yet everywhere
life contains the beauty
of the unseen that
covers the painful moment
of our life styles. A tapestry of
moments yet to be gleaned.

In the silence of the night
a mystery is born, on a world
of wonder where dreams are sworn.
The threads of fate
a intricate design weaving together the
fabric of our prime
as we mesmerize the truth hidden within our lifestyle.

In the depths of our souls
a universe resides
our character and our
way of living , a cosmos
of emotions where
love abides the hatred in
our hearts of duality
where lightness
and darkness entwine together.
A symphony of contrasts
that make life look divine as deceiviantivity.

I compensed for her soul
But my misery
Outrageouted me in approaching-
Her I'm exploitated by the love from within
I suffered from the humor of
love, I am unfliched to look her sparkle
Eyes reflecting
primitive attention.

She had an aesthetic extrempore
Spotless but talkative. Love's tender touch ignites a burning flame
Tears fall like rain, a sorrowful
refrain longing for what could never be regained. A pleasure so sweet, yet a pain that remains.