Esoteric philosophical theories tell us that love is just a feeling we wish to have and it is just that, an illusion.
We build with hope, using material from dreams, a perfect match to our heart desires of a tender companion, of a coming caress, of a secret kiss.
If it never comes we will be miserable.
If it does...is it so bad?

Somber is the forest of my mind,
leaves of experience covers all,
even the light of a fleeing memory
can illuminate that corner of my soul.

Then, I dreamed of you, an illusion,
which came with hands offering love,
and I felt for the first time in life that
someone cared, that I wasn’t alone.

Our forest was warm, yet we couldn’t
see anywhere a little ray of the sun,
which could warm a bed of leaves
so we could lie down our tired souls.

Hummingbirds from flower to flower,
we, in the shadows, pale mushrooms,
giving each other a last tender caress
because tomorrow we will be gone.

You a beautiful Princess, a fantasy
that I, a frog, saw coming to the pond,
if you give me a kiss I will be no Prince,
just for your kindness a grateful frog.

I dreamed of you all my life, and I will
the rest of it, dreaming is all I ever got,
my love for you is so tender that it smelts
the ice of my heart dreaming that you come.

I know that one day we will meet, and that
you will be there, and a dreaming will be not,
my arms will take you in, a kiss will be the price,
because I have waited painfully for so long.

Love illusion, is it so bad?
I will sleep on that.