Illusion
Love is an illusion, deceiving woman and man,
Like a magician eluding the eye with the hand.
We are trapped by the one whom we befriend,
Only to be left alone with no beginning, no end.
The heart is severed, chest is tight,
The essence of life, given up without a fight.
We experience the same love but in different ways,
And are captured and tormented for the rest of our days.
Like fools we walk, seeking desire's water,
And fall in love, with someone's son or daughter.
With happiness accompanying love at the start,
Only to laugh, as love tears us apart.
The sweet mellow sound that we once heard before,
Suddenly stops and the tune is no more.
Is love an illusion, here to settle an old score?
To quicken our journey towards death's door?
Love is an illusion that duped both you and I,
And will remain an illusion long after we die.....
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