At first glance...the eyes stray
With a second look...the lips say
The words the eyes tried to convey
Thoughts like...you are beautiful
Pondering such as...my eyes could feast on you
Mulling as insane as...you are my dream come true
If all this were true
Then the inner being would be retarded
Left to waste, no silver linning in sight;not even a resurrection
To compete with this façade
Would be to conjure a dead man to life
To will a house from stone
An illusion to real
To be deemed surreal
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