Sunday, December 15, 2013

First Glance



First Glance
Love, Papa.

What appears to be so
May be only a mirage.
For the picture being painted
Might be just to draw you in.
Yet you know at first glance,
Be they friendly or foe,
As your heart will not lie, if you listen.
But drawn are we,
To that which seduces.
As we are programmed to believe,
What the eyes see, as true.
Yet never forget
That you always retain your right to question.
For that too Is inbred.
Love, Papa.


Please share Papa with those you love.

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