Can they not see the fire that burns bright in his eyes
Everytime he sees her, all the meanings inside?
Can they not guess what he carefully tries to hide?
Those emotions raging, oh the love it implies?
Nothing but a mask is the serene expression,
A clever wall of smiles that hide inner passion
He builds around himself, akin to a castle.
Much like a house of cards -grandiose yet brittle!-
Let be cursed the day that they should urge and ask,
A single push, it falls, and then off comes the mask:
Gone is the appearance of outwards complete calm
As power over truth whisks away from his palm…