If you can only see
Look into my eyes,
and if truly can foresee
then what is in my heart?
You may say its a plantation of beautiful flowers
because most times i do smile and laugh
but that is a lie
and presently that is not where my heart lies.
At times i close my eyes
hoping when i opens my cup should have runneth over
still i opens to find my problem tower
mounting, going up and up an isle
Sometimes i close my eyes and forget to open,
I smells oven in my dream of short nap,
and still i sink in great depth of my debt.
Albeit, i laugh and play
Because it never steal my joy,
But it divides and seize my days
when i look gentle at times,
i do pray ' lord come save me,
Aid and abet for me
before this position fed up my life'.
So my beautific beamy eyes
Pre-requiste not my terrific heart
And my most enchanting smile
May never reveal where my heart lies
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