The Lost Allure

In the twilight’s dance where shadows play,

You can’t always tell what’s pure or grey.

See, beauty’s like a ghost that fades away,

Like velvet roses falling from your touch,

But love is like silk, that clings on so much.

I’ve danced with shadows, kissed the rain,

Witnessed glamour turn to bitter pain.

The masks we wear, they start to break,

It’s only love that lets us see through dark veils. 

The Beauty hides itself behind a mask,

But love’s the only truth, your real face. 

While A gaze can captivate, steal the soul,

But true love’s untamed, it makes us whole.