by Jeannette

Created on: June 07, 2008

Love is a Magician

No longer can I hear the applause
For the mighty Illusionist called Love.
The sparkle ceases to appear
And the once sought feeling of joy slips away.

Does the day fade into night?
Or does the darkness devour the daylight?
Moments tick by endlessly,
Wrapping into each other.
Forced smiles become dimmed.
Soft touches turn into hardened memories.
And love loses its bright color.

Teardrops suddenly nourish sadness
And become the requirement for a thirsty soul.
Laughter only mocks the truth
And fake happiness chips away like a tiled floor.

Is irony the definition of love?
As we all fumble through life to find it.
While we crave the feeling of passion,
Our heart warns us of the coming betrayal.

Love is a magician.
It entices us with its glory.
We become enraptured by its tricks.
The excitement of it eats away reality
And we suffer from its delusions.

Yes love is a magician.
With a quirky smile,
A witty presence,
And the truth hidden behind its back.

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