Sweet Mirage Poem by Maureen Alikor

Sweet Mirage



'twas too good,
too good to be true.

The truth remains,
we were not meant to be.

The end was seen,
seen from the beginning.

Our faith intact,
we dared our fate.

We held on to what we had,
we believed what we shared.

We basked in the euphoria of love,
blinded by untamed passions,
burning within,
driven by mad passion.

We saw what wasn't there.
With our minds eyes,
we painted a world;
painted the world we craved.
Relishing the frills and thrills.
Swimming deeper and deeper;
into the deep blue sea of attraction.

Someone save us.
Save us from this sweet mirage of ours.
For its grip is firm,
and gets firmer by the day.

It's been hours
days,
weeks and
months of unending pleasure and crime.

This sweet mirage of mine,
is about to bear fruit.
It's about to bring me glad tidings,
and painful tidings alike.

This sweet mirage of mine,
should and ought to be.

It is cherished,
and evergreen it shall remain.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Love
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