The glit in your eyes, communicate myschieviously,
as it sliently captures that disdain heart;

yes, her heart, sliently, purged in the air of pestilence.
'that instant was she turned into a hart,
And her desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E'er since pursue her'.

She never knew, she never,
As she hide behind the veiled of darkess,
To pay her debt of imperfections.

And she would water once a day for this sad remembrance,.
as behind this facade,
they're still humans.

She hide it, yes she will;
She gently hid it in a far away land;
Carrying a false front,
As she swore to forget;

I tried.