Hope~in~disguise.

Full of deceit she is
She holds him upright
With that hope.
Hope that she knows is nothing more
But hopelessness in disguise.
Hope that she knows never existed.
Exists. Or shall exist.
So much of deception
He is way much naive
Unaware maybe.
About her bottled up wit
Her words they buy him right away
And his intellgence
She sweeps it right beneath his feet
She is shrewd than he knows
She is that ray of hope
That single strand, to which he holds
His faith, his belief and his life
While she. She is a piece of mystery.
That keeps unfolding and folding
Closing and Disclosing all at the same time
Continously, Repeatedly
Making it harder
For herself to understand
Least, of all for another Human!!!