Love semblances the likes of a tipping scale....

she bares games to which none can alter in frail –

Alluring deceits behind glamourized smoke,

if taken to this stay: you won't escape the hold stilling choke –

Stars are not the makings of which dreams are made....

Give heart wholly if truly easily led astray,

offer blind eye if surely a tasting doubt pervades,

You wouldn't stare the sun down within perpetual trade?