The Lady Lies

Her eyes, they lie
Saying such niceties
That burn bright
Before exploding
An expectant glance
Frequent and cunning
This flirtation lost
In definitions it hides
It trades in depth
For shallow platitudes
And a hint of more
Juxtaposed just so
Adjacent to love
But missing the whole
The truth hidden in chaos
These well-seeming forms
That shift with the seasons
Married to an idea
To a transcendental thought
Invisible to most
Necessary like this breath
As it fogs the glass
While he sits on the outside
Watching her from afar
Wondering if his present love
Will be enough.

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