I'm Sorry - 2

I wonder if love would be the same
as it was once,
when she looked with eyes
in such lovely disguise.

Love would not remain
as it was once,
I would exchange lies
with lovely eyes.

I wonder that I still think of love
as it was once,
when we painted skies
to hide surprise.

Love would then remain
as it was once,
in our eyes, and
with time, see it flies.