Your eyes.
My smile.
Do you think you can help my innocent dear?
Overcoming the attraction.
Going to unison in the rhythm of my lost smile.
I have a child I hold dear.
Can you even love her?
Or just spoil her then beat her down I fear?
I see it.
You do not like it.
No one really does.
You become a bitter taste in my mouth.
I think that lock of eyes or friendly smile was a waste.
You have so many dears to care for.
What haste.
Do not despise the demise.
For you will be found by one who is wise