The Lord Of All Illusions

The love that fate, in humor,
May grant a younger heart.
Will keep it pure and wholesome,
Though It’s been torn apart.

As lost loves still engender
A pain at every turn.
A short term loss of memory
Is but their least concern.

But pleasure, ever present,
As all young lovers know;
When vested in such virgins,
Maintains an afterglow.

And built on firm illusions,
Young lovers, may, in vain;
Find mercy in believing,
Their love may live again.

So easily rekindled,
It only takes a spark.
Ignited by a kind word,
Into a flaming arc.

I caution every lover,
Don’t be deceived by this.
It’s only an illusion,
And one you should dismiss.

The myth words, here, are written.
A wisdom, best ignored.
The lord of all illusions,
‘Lost love, can be restored ‘.