Love’s Illusion
But love...it's only an illusion. A story one makes up in one's mind about another person..." -
Virginia Woolf
Love’s no golden dream,
soft and sweet as poets claim—
it demands a price,
woven deep in sacrifice,
breaking hearts with loaded dice
Fleeting joys may bloom,
but they wither in the cold,
petals torn away,
left with only aching thorns,
scars that time and sorrow mourns
Yet we chase its light,
knowing well it burns the soul,
fools who won’t relent,
bearing wounds with quiet grace,
love’s cruel fire we still embrace
Love is both cruel and sweet,
a game of loss and defeat.
We chase it through joy and pain,
but knowing we’ll hurt again
03-30-2025
© Vic Evora
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