Eyes are the pathway to the anima,
guarded by sentinels — cilia.
A sneak peek into those swirling specks
Warned me of all those escapades.
Yet I gambled on faith,
Giving my suspicions a break.
His piercing gaze,
held the blaze.
Bamboozling me in my maze.
Trapping in an incessant haze.
I dove into those lies,
Stifling with cries.
Surely time flies.
Neither did you flinch nor flutter;
Your poise made me stutter.
But my armor of belief was a lot tougher.
I did everything to recover.
Was it so easy to stab the dagger?
~ti_ka?
