MIDNIGHT DEW
The
eyes across the room from me
do
not behold monstrosities
that
some men make, so they are fake;
they
reek of this reality.
The
lips of that man over there
do
not speak false, though neither fair,
and
while they smile, they don’t beguile
one
who's watchful of their snare.
That
face that holds such beauty true
does
with a glance enrapture you,
yet
do not play your delicate days
dipping
your heads in midnight dew.
If
in the morning wakes the sun
whilst
you had only dreaming done,
you’ll
miss your chance, and circumstance
will make your end 'ere it's begun.
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