I’ve often wondered, if you’re nothing but a rumor in my mind,
If you’re just a gorgeous portrait of perfection,
I’ve stumbled upon, on the sands of time.

You believe in integrity, yet you construct such brilliant lies,
You’re a handsome face full of naught but empty flattery,
You’re nothing but a coward concealed in a warrior’s disguise,
A discerning demon trying to live in harmony.

And yet I’m taken with your words and their eclipsed meanings,
I’m frozen and fascinated by your intelligence,
The way you make me analyze your hazy feelings,
I’m completely enamored with your flirtatious benevolence.

And you speak to me of risking it all for something worthwhile,
Yet what we have is nothing more than a momentary game,
You tell me that I’m different but I know that isn’t true,
I’m just another face, titled with a different name,
A passing attraction, for someone like you.