Is love nothing more than a fading dream,
A faint glimpse of happiness
drifting away like the setting sun,
Beautiful to watch, but impossible to touch,
The vibrance of its colors pierces the eye,
Only to fall below the horizon,
As the stars stretch across the sky.
And I sit staring into the night,
Questioning the motives of the world,
Thinking of loves that slipped away,
Of innocent hearts yet to be broken.
The question of why floats to uncaring ears,
As another dream passes through our ever-changing lives,
Time stands still as my heart breaks once again,
Only resuming at the breaking of a new chance.
Soon loneliness and pain dominate the mind,
Eroding the shore by a sea of memories.
Is love nothing more than a fading dream,
An unattainable feeling we vainly search for?
Placed above the prison of our reality,
Loves enchantment transcends the power of all other emotions.
