DECEIT

Beauty is better left undescribed,

People do not know its potential,

Each face has something to hide,

The eyes, they do seem to be crucial.

Misinformation results in heart-break,

Expectations should not be sky high,

Deceit is an old game for them,

They deal in pain, without a sigh.

Some are under the impression of love,

They do not know its value and weight,

A glimpse is not sufficient to tell,

An illusion, that is planted by fate.

The road goes a long distance into the night,

Where it turns a sharp bend and stops there,

People find it hardest to return,

Recovery, though majestic , is rare.