truth

[cacian]

i thought of you
the perfect
pure
then closer
truth
appear
to lure
another more
beauty to cure
is flippant dure
i knew i saw
something afore
blinded by core
sheer lust of awe
i let you store
inside a pore
but hither flaws
the thins of thor
changes and lo
behold
i see appaul
treason ashore
decision lords
i bid you clause
the kind that sores
and
leave to words
a serm of haught
blindness is tort
but when it's forged
it's painful mord
i quit to cust
nothing but dust