Camouflage of Love
Oh my god, a smile so bright,
From your angel, kissed by light.
My heart stirred wild, a storm inside,
A trembling sea I cannot hide.
It hit me swift, that gentle gleam,
As though I wandered in a dream.
Please stop that now, I beg, I plead—
This is a spell I do not need.
It’s just a smile, I tell my soul,
But why does it shake me whole?
Each curve, each glance, a silent shove,
Could this be just camouflage of love?
The way you look, the way you shine,
It feels too pure, too near divine.
Yet something stirs behind your grace,
A riddle dancing on your face.
My mind, a blur; my pulse, a race,
I search for sense within your face.
Do angels play these games so sly?
Or am I fooled by heaven’s eye?
I know the rules, I’ve read the tales,
Of hearts that chase romantic gales.
But still I fall, still I yearn,
Still I fail to heed and learn.
Your smile, a rose in silent war,
What lies beneath, I can’t ignore.
The petals soft, the thorns so sharp,
You pluck the strings, you tune the harp.
You sing a tune with silent lips,
And draw me close with fingertips.
Yet when I reach, the breeze just sighs—
Another trick beneath the skies.
Oh smile, oh mask, oh burning grace,
Why haunt me with your hidden face?
I fear to love, I fear to lose,
And yet, it’s you my heart would choose.
Can’t you see the mess I’ve made?
The games of heart I long forbade.
But here I stand, undone, exposed,
Where once was calm, now love imposed.
My eyes betray, my lips confess,
Though I deny, my soul says yes.
Still I whisper, soft and slow:
Stop that smile—I can’t let go.
I fear the truth, the skies above…
Is this real, or camouflage of love?

