I stared in the blueness
of your eyes that hide much,
and the tiny doubts sowed onset
at your wandering eyes and fraudulence
are silenced by a fake rehearsal of words
that leave my heart with cold doubt.
But I choose to overlook
your flaws which scream red
because I cannot ignore
a mouth which talks of professions:
an aspirational love dreamland
based on delusional perfection.
So in the years, when cracks appear,
instead of healing the folds,
the eyes again wander
and again, foolishly, I am left in the cold.