Beautiful

    Delicate

        Pure as white

I saw your silhouette in the trees that night

    Hidden

        In plain sight

Eyes that don't see what is right before them

Due to beliefs incurred before them

Blindness is your camouflage as I can only recall... A possible... Mirage.

Those who can see, the infection incurs

All the punishments that come with Words

You are so beautiful and yet...Deadly I'm sure

How is it possible I still see you as Pure