Love's An Illusion Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

Now you see it…now you don't!
Who pulled away the cloth?
Left your table top intact
but destroyed your foundation.
The unseen magician?

Sweet words like dripping honey
filled your ears with deceiving saccharine.
Faith like an overripe melon,
waiting to be crushed and reduced to
an aqueous puddle.

Promises made with sacred honesty
carelessly forgotten on a whim.
Just words with no core or substance,
except for the power to annihilate
with a wave of a whimsical wand.