Illusion

Love is beautiful , till the illusion remains. It's sweet and welcoming, And calms all your pain. It sends butterflies that flutter by, And slowly, it sinks deeper Leaving you dazed and renewed, never once thinking. Company, is what makes you stronger. Untill the company is bored, And wants you no longer. That's when it begins. A downward spiral, That's when the illusion starts to end. Suddenly, that exquisite fire, Withers and dies. It isnt exquisite anymore, it's just another pyre. It burns, smoke rises. Another illusion destroyed, It falls as ashes, another army deployed. The fighting, the screaming, The bloodless bloodshed. The crying, the weeping, make you lose your head. Once it's gone , all hell breaks loose . The saint becomes a sinner, And the sinner has no fuel. All promises , forgotten. All false truth, revealed. Suddenly , just like that, one becomes two. LOVE, exists to rise and fall. Real till it lasts, Then it's an illusion thats all. By Amanda Miller