HER SMILE

 A flawless form that forever stills my heart.
Fueling pensive hope things won't fall apart.
But something about it also haunts my soul.
Maybe our years' deceits simply taking their toll.
Trapped in a falseness the mind can't escape.
What there hides raises hair on my psyche's nape.
War seems to rage behind this practiced kindly smile.
Projecting on me something hateful, viscous, vile.
A hell's demons fight to breach the silent lovely door.
So bitten truths from a child's lips finally spew and pour.
The magma from a volcanic heart's repressed fiery stream.
Revealing in love's ash a nightmare once thought a dream.