Your love is like an illusion,
It makes me high and takes
               me low,
I doubt that it will fade away,
     I doubt that it will grow.
I am so locked into your grip,
An emotional Merry-Go-Round,
You push my buttons, both bad
              and good…
Without a look, without a sound.
   It’s like an arrow to the heart ,
     Sweet honey to my soul.
Wish I knew from where it came,
This manipulative, spiritual hold.
I’m bound to you like blood in my
                    veins,
The tangled roots of an ancient
                  oak tree,
Intuition tells me I can try and try,
        But I will never be free.
     Your love is like an illusion,
  It haunts me again and again,
My guts tell me to go on and fight,
          But I will never win.
       Like a scar in the flesh,
       An incurable dis-ease,
       There’s nowhere to go,
              I cannot leave.
   For traces of you will consume
                 me in time,
   There’s just no getting you
              out of my mind.
         No chance to get out,
           Of all the confusion,
       It’s a web I’ve weaved in
          the throws of illusion.

@2011 Roses In The Rain
Pub., Nashville, TN/All Rights
Reserved/Thanks for sharing

______________________