All the time you were silent,
Now don't show love vehement.
Let our words remain soundless,
Let it not be tricky like playing at chess.
Do I feel heartache?
No! It's masking, just fake.
Did I love you?
No! That was a poetic hue.
Do you know me at last?
I possess no crush for the past.
I fall in love out of whim,
After full moon I don't swim.
Nowadays nothing is so precious,
Not diamond, glass looks gracious.
In a crowd of duplicated exaggeration,
Oyster died on the beach of civilization.
The main idea of this poem is about the artificiality of modern civilization. This is about fake love. About mental shallowness. I didn't mean myself. I mean fake civilization. Thanks.