The Masquerade of Love
Love wears many different masks
Fooling even the most clever
Love leaves geniuses dumbfounded
Leaves them gasping for answers
"Why, oh, why!"
They say, plead before us all
Yes, Love holds many masks to its haunting face
Mask one
One of happiness, of hope
Of freedom and compassion
You feel soft, vurnable to all around you
You gaze at the sun differently
You smell the flowers with special care
You even touch simple objects with different skin
Mask Two
Sorrow, misery
Pain, suffering
It masquerades around
Claiming perfection, happiness
But in all reality it is certain death
Your heart physically aches
And all things lovely make you ill
Heart symbols burn your flesh
The sun kills your soul
And flowers disgust you
Mask Three
The one of deception
The one that teases you with completeness
With the fact that your life is finally put together
When in fact it is crumbling at your very feet
It is slowly dying,
Face growing cold, distant
Begging for your help
Pleading for mercy
At your feet
You can't help yourself
You can't save yourself from the pain
The suffering is mandatory
The breaking of the heart almost impossible to avoid
You must accept it
Welcome it
You must run to it with open arms
Hold it
Caress it
Kiss it
For when it is gone,
You will long for it all the more
