Your heart beats round my soul

Like a frozen day warming it’s goal

I would kill the past to watch you smile

Reading my might to guide us down the mile

The distance can’t fade your dimples

Loving you is like petting my pimples

We play cool but I can’t see our dreams

Disguise fact is calm but kills the beam

The future gets blur cause we lack the fend

Masking our love tricks us into our end

©cletus_writer