So much "felicite" fellows

For such deceit in glows,

Many, inside, taking blows

But much smile, outside, flows.


So much Januses,

Making false faces.


Oh! What deceit we see,

Such sights rendering our gazes frail;

We, the wild sea see,

But it's devious dept have we n't gaze trail.


Too much Januses,

Making false faces.


Deceit lurking "on top" faces

Revealing much sorrowful glad dazes,

But yet we relive a relief,

For our frail gazes' make-believe

Also make tenderness rebound,

Silent hopeless hope resound,

And a piece of peace around

For the shattered heart drowning aground.


(Hmm!) All needs Januses,

(Yeah!) All needs false faces.