In Lovers Eyes

So let me know that you are a shopworn Me thee rises like the sun galore but sometimes Deflated, downplayed and torn The surrealism of us bestowed much mold. So let me know if your truly a writer? I maybe fall in love and twas never died Your the man I see from Achilles and I am the bride I see from Helen In summer night at some moments of our time So let me know if you exists in this world? Were the tandem of great imperfections There up in the sky.. I am the star of the second magnitude And your Platus of every playwright whose mindful of his works So let me know hence thee we're about to told Our benign thoughts must trace a word It's the centerfold of Humanism is what I called So let me know In your lover's eyes thou'st dwells me inside..