I unearthed her slowly one layer at a time,
exposing her dormant emotions,
one sense at a time

Like a skilled craftsman,
I abraded the masks she wore,
made her stand naked,
with her soul exposed

A sense of victory
crossed my evil eyes,
a dancing smirk graced my lips
spilling venom laced briers

My time of avenge had finally come
I desired to abandon her
and mock her like she once performed

But then I committed a mistake
that I should have never done
I looked at her eyes
and I all my hatred was gone

For this time those eyes had
bellowing love for me,
the eyes showed my reflection,
which I couldn’t reckon

And I surrendered my life
in the capture of her eyes,
for those doe-shaped eyes
now would never lie

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