hidden trail
As you speak, I have faith .
For your words are delicate and forgiving.
Maybe you are my authentic rose.
The soul of my garden.
The line between evident and counterfeit show to be nonexistent.
You cause the bogus world,to be my true world.
Your presence feels like a dream, something I never want to end.
For in the end I love you.
Now and as long as you grant me to.
dense moth
