I watch observantly
As the mirages spill out of your mouth
Creating visuals so lovely in promise
Flawless white doves, roses so red
Your whispering of into my ear
Scheming my eyes, and mind
And so trustingly I fall into your arms
And with knowingly false axiom,
You let me glide so gracefully,
Believing all but candor
And bit by bit, the mirages continue to spill outward
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
axiom = baby hehe you know as well as I do XD