Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder,
if that's true, then what I hold won't age longer.
A single moment frozen in time
engraved deep within the depths of my mind,
you appear to me now;
your lips relaxed and contend, but not quite smiling,
your eyes deep and sad, but not quite crying.
Seamless contradictions blur the lines of fiction
and somehow betwéen fantasy and reality I lose foot.

On...