I love you more but that's before

With a touch of your hand
i can feel your heart,
and as i look in your eyes
your most beautiful inside.
but that's before.

your smile is a sun
bright, and warm
but your sweet lips,
an ice;
that makes me chill.
but that's before.

now;
your hand turns cold,
your heart to stone,
your eyes has lost it's flame
only the ashes of tears remains.

now,
your smile's a paper roses,
never fades,
i wept because it's fake.

i love you more
but that's before.