A Beautiful Lie Poem by Nissi lunga

Their eyes locked on a summer night,
the enamor she felt was hard to dight.
Occasionally in each other's room tone,
a blissful and igniting memory lane.

Sharing a common voluminous mysticism,
their defined philosophy of optimism.
Under the umbrella of the milky way,
buried in embrace like the sky and day.

Called his name, waving enthusiastically,
he turned to face his beloved truly.
Clinging onto his soma of emptiness,
he had dissolved... without a trace.

She was on her knees, expressionless,
she ran about like a wind directed dress.
Enquiring of him as dawn dimmed,
no one with that title it seemed.

His pictures had vanished,
their memories tarnished.
Her lover never existed,
a lie well twisted.