"Seraphic Feign"
Brooding in abysmal depth, orbs allure
Aphrodisiac, fair-kept, owned figure
Seem to contain love potion of no cure
One doth not need to dispute, true nature
Lest inside, the heart and soul not as pure.
So how can you be so utterly sure,
That in this façade nothing's in obscure?
-11/30/12
AN: An attempt to write a sonnet but became too idle to do so that's why it ended up this way.
