Love is just an illusion.

Its colors are soft and warm.

When you think you can reach out

and grasp it,

It moves out of reach and is gone!

Love is not something to hold.

It is only a star that you seek.

Dark is the night,

Bright is the star,

that falls and breaks at your feet.

You can try to pick up the pieces

But they'll cut as slivers of glass.

The pain pierces deep into the heart.

Again, love is outside the grasp!

© 1987 by Dayvid Graybill