Passing truth

The light of the evening sun,
Just glanced upon her face.
Yet her eyes shone fiercely,
in a minute, filled with grace.

All the colours of the setting sun,
were trapped within her eyes.
And the still hid a little known secret,
its true, they cannot lie.

As they look around, searching for something,
In the most unusual place.
They often overlook, and sometimes mistake,
the innocence of a loving gaze.

In time i hope she see's what's true
and comes to realise,
That life is fun, and is only one,
never hidden by lies.