TRUST

Condescending Mastermind Your path is certain, Always a narrow line. Your words you fill with sweet designs; Relinquish scattered emotions to the flame of the hearts, Now eroded with time. Why such a deliberate sorrow? To a love so fine? A Love that was meant to withstand all time. Now though true souls are unveiled, They are still left in confines. Urgently longing a significant sign, To erase these illusions and forever define, The Passion between them that keeps them entwined. Hold-fast on to purities, On which deceit dines. The option will truly Send chills down your spine.