Illusions

Love As well as joy Is merely but a fleeting illusion You catch a glimpse of it A flicker of movement in the corner of your eye You turn quickly So as to catch it And cling dearly to it In order to soar high above the clouds Though only for a short time Because one must come down from all highs Falling hopelessly But It's not always a direct freefall Sometimes you float slowly down The depression creeps ever so quietly back into your soul You fall from love over time So it's like your woes were never gone at all You didn't truly love him anyway Nothing But I L L U S I O N