The eyes were made of glass <br />The face was made of stone <br />How did I not see past <br />The fake though fleshly tones? <br /> <br />Most boys blew past my door <br />Not much more than a look and for <br />Every one I knew contentment in the Lord. <br />And for seven years I would turn and see <br />The real man was right next to me; <br />he always was my cup of tea. <br /> <br />Trust and truth, in youth so simple <br />The single answer, the yin to yang <br />Older now, I see the fall <br />Of openness, replaced with face <br />A fake face mask, though grown so slow <br />Still next to me I never saw <br />The flaws that all crept in unknown <br />Until too late his bluff I called. <br /> <br />What then, fool? What goes down? <br />Will I see you come around? <br />Do I want that, at this point? <br />But certain, our regard must join <br />With more than just two-way respect <br />If my qualities do not attract <br />What must I do to get under your skin <br />And convince you of the love you're in?<br /><br />Rosa Linger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tea-and-truth/
