Love Can Be

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
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