Teasing my silliness to exploit her favour
A way to guide her fears of past imperfections
And to limit output around hardened actions
With bulging distraction as the current savour

When quizzed upon her tale, she slacks on the stroking
And her mind drifts away to reveal her dark past
That life was not merry, suffering rifting blast
Where she conceded hope in lounging bed smoking

The trust was ever lost by immoral moment
Revealing desire to lose this better half
As unhappiness lust, for a giddiness laugh

When all proceedings done, to part into movement
Finding a new great hope with adulting blemish
For the truth is revealed, can you try to cherish