Fooled by sight and confirmed by vanity
Your heart has chosen the profanity of your minds’ chasms
When love is superficial,
When your lover is artificial,
The sight is fixed at the appearance,
As the looks wane,
The love wanes.
As the love wanes,
The sight is on stains and
The relationship is strained,
The colour palette of life is reduced to black and white and one starts painting grey.
When you renounce the superficial
And denounce the sight
And for once choose without materiality or vision,
There’s still hope for life to blossom into something you’d cherish when all is lost except memories.
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