I
What if beauty lies in the blink of our eyes?
What if true love can only be heard in our silent cries?
What then would be the truth in our lies?
II
With my genetics and chromosomes intact,
Am i just like any man with no impact?
A descendant of Oliver which is fact,
Who is in love with all that he lacked,,
Even beyond what his capacity can contract.
III
We can only examine life,
Judging not that which we can't create in afterlife,
For beauty may ward off sin as a wife,
But underneath we are all the same in the realm of...