The sad way of the look

The lovers sweet face
That time can not erase
Put on your pyjamas
As you travelled in the south
And saw the llamas
Spitting material out of its mouth
Lovers sweet entwine embraces
Several slumbering hidden faces
Vases in houses who were
From military bases moreover
No let that not be our call
From that ever beckoning doll
Shrouded in laces
From the origin of slow walking paces
Several disappearing races
The hobgoblin sobbing
Caught in staircases
Paranoid schizaphrenia is metaphysical
Give them certain looks
Comiquizical