Nothing Left To See! Poem by Àrsaidh Àrsaidh

Thy grace, thy beauty unlasting boon,
Part of wicked vanity unseen;
Indeed, thou will realize soon,
When thy sense finally keen.

Thy heart, thy affection is something vain and not dear,
A heavenly curse I wish I belong;
The remedies to extend the pain and tears,
More splendid than a love song.

Thy vices, thy virtues, part of human nature,
But in the end, the lies will unveil;
When thou look straight to the future,
Indeed, the past nightmares will tails.

[*june,24th 05*]