Tonight, I have questions for you

Tell me, do you see love when you walk into my room?
For under the sweetness of your façade virtuous
I cannot seem to see the love that you spout

Dear love, forget me
What do you see?

Tell me, what is it to see what you see?
Now that your lungs breathe 'pure love'
as you lie – eyes open wide –
under a momentary temptuous sky

Dear love, forget me.
What do you see?

Tell me, do you see love trails from my eyes?
When but, for his theft – a declaration of love
that brought chaos – you blushed shame
leaving me with a simmering summer vision

Dear love, forget me
What do you see?

Tell me, does your sight still glaze?
Maybe it gets tough through this serpentine
story of our jaded lives seeking chimeras

Dear love, forget me
What do you see?

Tell me, do you now see any worth?
Go on break the stupor. Blink.
Word your answers with care
for I might not in my pride see
what you might want me to see

Dear love, forget me
But gently, do tell me
What do you see?

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(c) arjun chandramohan bali.