I can’t just keep writing poems about you
Not when the Real is here
And you never seem
To reply to me, dear
And the sidelines are awash
With all the fragrant flames
Knocking down the obstacles 
And taking names
And you showed me your true colours
Like a multi hued sky
And I was not afraid
To either live or die
But only meet the honest 
That is shining in your eyes
I think I might have seen you
Without your best disguise