for my love's lovely girl

your eyes are foggy

and filled to the brim

with dust of age.

but you’re barely sixteen.

have you seen too much, my dear?

are your eyes exhausted from

seeing everyone in as they are?

have they discovered

what’s been hiding in the eyes of others?

will those lovely eyes ever forget

the true form of their comrades,

or simply wear away?

instead of seeing the worst,

would you rather see nothing at all?