Wherever you Will go

A walk in the park.
A touch, lingering in the dark.
The truth eyes speak is never their own.
The true sound for ears, yet unknown.
Do you smell love, like they do?
A soft fragrance of the dew.
Sweet from the flower it hits.
In reality, simple mist.
When everything is brighter for the eyes,
Night : only the twinkling of the skies.
The sense of real then dies. Beneath the beauty, honest lies.