Love Is Not A Guise Poem by Cheyenne Rhon

Am I perfection in your eyes?
Where passion never dies,
And love is not a guise,
Concealed with romantic lies.

Am I perfection in your eyes?
When it's hard to say goodbye,
And my beauty is your only sunrise,
That no other smile can outsize.

How my kiss is your greatest prize,
That turns time counterclockwise.
Whose voice you always recognize,
Through endless laughter and silent cries.

But, if this is not true I advise,
Let us be free of our sighs.