They are invincible.
their eyes are innocent.
They know principles,
some ones one wouldn´t understand.
One gave the left part of her face
for the second to embrace desire
for the longing maze of
craving atumns haze.
Now the second was amused
like once the one has often used to
get along with all her feelings with
the chill of elevating ai r.
The second grew as tall,
not yet on a par by all accounts
to come in cycles of recycled information
as heard by the inner outer voice
from the pupils revering fear of choice
Having things she ever faded for,
she subdued her passion furthermore
to keep a strange eye on a passing stranger,
not much of judgement to impress ideals
Now there´s not much to say
about desire and the ferocious way
it can in deepness seldom take
the first time it is awake.
A mind is not half stolen nor
reminds of darker times.
But empathy may sometimes lose it´s halt
and trip some chance of favor.
But flavour changes fast.