For beauty, love, is deceit

So beautiful the memory
brought on by mere scent
So beautiful were the times we spent

How lovely the flowers that once brightened my day
yet now in wilting, from color to gray
How perfect the pictures laid out on my stand
clear frays and tearing brought by my hand

But do not forget the water stains, too
under the tapings and sticky glue

Do not forget the invisible card
with invisible words
attached to the colored petals

Do not forget the foreign scent of Aphrodite upon his collar
do not forget the other.

For beauty, love, is deceit
and to reminisce superficially is defeat

i
love
you
defeat
defeat
defeat.