Love

The worst it does
Is it gives you dreams
And kills them all.

It lets you paint
An imagination,
It gives you colors you never knew were
It lits all shades of desire afire;
And then it reveals reality
- The only color ashen,
And laughs at the look on your shocked face
Slowly stealing away the desire to desire.

The best it does
Is it breaks your heart
And takes away hope.

It holds your hands
And whispers it's OK
No happy no sad, no life no death
A simple solution to a complex problem.
Between tears and sighs
For you - it finds a way
It gives you a shoulder to cry and cries
And leaves you wise, though a lot more lonesome.

Love, like all other illusions
Begins and lives
As that which it is not
As that which it never was.

Love, like all other illusions
Begins and lives
As that which it is not
As that which it never was.