Times Unprepared Poem by Toyiring Sheyin

her beauty is mirrored on her forehead,
his hair stood in standing ovation at her sight,
but reckless runs the heart, for pleasure is its optimal need,
'take my hand' he whispered 'and life will be full of suprises',
and at dawn, they where at cloud nine, where reality lies dormant for it is suspended,
two full moons have gone the third dying and still counting reality peeps through the door, and at the ninth, it confronts,
for secret is a man's thought but evident is his action.