The Illusion Of Love Poem by Matthew Holloway

Is it a dream of which we are misled
That love can be more than such a word
Which holds all artists and hopes enchanted
That such a concept of eternal passion
A unison of souls does in fact exist
Or is it but an illusion we hold onto
To stay the loneliness and silent nights
To give reason to companionship
To offer hope that all pain is fleeting
And another's touch will heal
All that which ails us
Or are all such words and dreams
The illusion of love