What Am I

I am a feeling so often misused I'm a mixture of truth and illusion infused Into the minds of those who wear me But only enjoyed by those who share me I'm simple yet strong and easily sabotaged by emulating roses in fragrant camaflouge but don't be discouraged If it hurts more than it should For I must be tried and truly tested Before I'm truly understood You'll surely catch a glimpse if I ever flutter by like a swooning serenade a graceful butterly And if I'm ever known In my truest, bluest form I will mend a broken soul and keep a cold heart warm Love