Power Of Lies... Poem by Anjali khurana

Notwithstanding my fears, I somehow appeared fearless in the mirror..
Misty eyes…, , eventually manifest some spark..,
An appreciable kick off to a blissful Dinner…

I cherish each and every lie so amazingly..
That leads to a passionate Frail, ,
By and by Better half switch to a Better brimful blushingly..

Reserve my table for upcoming thoughts…
Need some space for extraordinary foughts…,
And book my slot for unsure ties…
smell unequal from some power of lies….