Conscienceless love

Strangely it looks How his world collide with thine Still happy is he For it's a pleasure he cherish In front of the he pretend to be grim Whilst Dawn till dusk he still seek thee Like a man lost in the woods in search of trails He follows your footsteps every single day Midnight it is Yet thou still glow Like the summer sun's glow Nice, but how could it just be So he boast 'can't perfect for them' Be it anyone I still won't comprise But be it may he still can't tell Why he perfect in from of thee Happy but sad yet I am What if for eternity he can never be thine Thou will zoom back in no time Innocent he sit crying all night Ohh! I pity him but what do I Love is to young to Know what conscience is. Art by Asuku