In the sea of faces, which has caught your eyes?
All their dazzling smiles, masking the contempt in their lies.
Facades placed ahead, 
reinforcing defenses of noblemen in good stead —
Marked not by works
But by the inquiring glances they shirk.
Teach me, how do they not go berserk?

But oh, in the depths of your irises, the treasures that lay hidden.
The familiarity in your smile, sparks old wishes that were laid barren.
Fairy lights surround,
luring me in as bait.
You throw me into confound
as the end draws near to the fete.
In our unspoken words, 
what promises await?