Couldn't think of an appropriate title, so I'm gonna leave it as such yet. I'm not gonna call it Untitled because I simply hate artworks named after that.
It is not that Love is blind,
But I choose to forgive and accept.
Because I am but a mere mortal.
Tempted by sins of Eden,
And naive as Eve.
I hold no vanity in my Robe,
Nay the Emperor.
Nay Narcissisus.
My reflection is none of perfection,
When i see you shed that drop of tear,
More precious than my soul.
What understanding of power of words do I behold?
When its physics, I simply cannot control.
My words were no dagger
More than my swagger.
It was never your heart I wanted to break,
But your attention that I ached for.
