You came promising crystal pearls
the ones at the base of the deep waters
polished, untainted and in pure form
Yet the scent of the beauty disappears
in the most conventional raided mist
and all the words are mere words
and all the love is a mere love
for that one spark becomes a limited shine
one that goes up the skies but pours
hitting the grounds as torrential rain
and the eyes are founded by tears
and the mirror of the reflection dissipates
right to the pit of a haunted quarry
as the heart silent in an ailment
as the colour of the soul becomes knotted
locked never to utter lonesome memories