Lips Don't Lie-with MyEyeDelight
Her lips don't lie, a repressed smile. I'll take it to my grave. Now all alone. My soul still listening. Talking secrets of everlasting memories. When shadows cover my eyes of Da Vinci's, Mona Lisa. Suppressed smiles, though they don't lie. The shape of her guides me on a chariot of clouds, deep into the underworld. My soul listens ever still. The shadow has now consumed us both.