Force a face

When you force a face upon
On a body you want to care for
Do you reckon?
If emotions will make any noise,

Chartered on a rein-less chariot
On a journey you embarked on
Do you have a map?
For the eyes to make the choice,

What is left to unveil?
On a mirror bridged by cracks
Do you see a reflection?
Of my heart in my voice

Counting the ticks of the hand
On the various truths that lies
Do you claim Juxtaposition?
It a test of your calm and poise

(An after-thought: Did the red rose become the expression of love?
When a joyous lover cried blood on a pure white)