There is always sadness in her eyes,
that her smile tries to disguise,
a charming, lovely, but vain deceit.
And her face wears an easy grace,
that covers every trace,
of the turmoil underneath.
But if you look beyond her walls,
you’d see her stumble and fall,
but never accept defeat.
Maybe there’s an organized chaos in your soul,
One that you’re not spoken from your lips,
And screams loudly and silently at the same time from within.
But Love, always remember that you, are a beacon of hope,
That shines brightly in this cascading world of despair.
You always are.