She lay unconcealed, gazing the fake stars.
Her sparkled eyes had a delusive faith
of owning the very moment
and a pride that she obliterated old blurred scars.
Her eyes were moist and bemused
saying the tale of love and joy.
It was a complete euphoria
as the love trickled and diffused.
The beauty of the silence was hard to break
Holding a post-love fag, she docilely smiled instead.
