The Facets of Love

The facets of love. I love you, and your face loves itself for its perfect nose, green eyes and rosy lips your fragrance has a narcissistic allure. The way you walk, the pavements adore you Rain shies away not to make your hair wet. I love you, and your face loves itself. When you cross the street horn bleats by themselves, white cars turn pink your fragrance has a narcissistic allure. The sun doesn’t burn your skin makes it golden glows in the dark till one day the mirror tells of a wrinkle you know years are ganging on you your enemy is time, wait in the wings The furrows settle on your forehead I love you but your face doesn’t love itself Car horns do not blare anymore Get off the road, you lazy old woman. Your fragrance of youth has lost its allure.