: About Me

After All, I Do Love Her She does not believe That I am real. Imaginary figure lost Behind a hazel sea, Drenched not with tears But dilated with lust; They do not look at me. Wavy strands of dark brown hair Gently sooth a porcelain face Which radiate beauty divine; I do not see her face. She smiles, and bares a string Of flawless pearls to prove A gesture of unwavering Euphoria to all those around her; She does not see me smile back. She walks with another, Confident in her strides As I am but mere background noise And yet my voice does not fade; After all, I do love her.