Long await of the skin.
Smooth but cover with the past.
Worlds of time have soaked in.
And shows this won’t the last.
Live in peace.
Tied together tightly by weak lace.
Rippling as the waters of trouble come.
Faster by in some.
Hovering within eye sight wove.
Not that is called love.
Again once seen as truth.
Much to that of thatwell-known booth.
So come and see.
Live what it takes to be.
As it can all end in a flash.