Love Illusion

Love’s Illusion I will give you all my thoughts and my displeasure and love of flowers, you will know everything about me and play like a string on your harp. You will find my dog-like eyes of adoration unnerving, dismiss me and only call me when needing comfort from a lost love affair. And then, yes, he died, you escaped the scene of ending in a panic of the secrets untold. From the depth of your mind, it turned out to be so utterly self-absorbed your life had been flirty the Wiener Waltz only played on a festive occasion. I loathe myself for loving you.