Mirage Of The Heart Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

In the desert of desire, we wander,
Chasing mirages that shimmer and dance.
Love, an oasis just beyond our grasp,
Beckoning with promises of sweet romance.

Reality bends in the heat of passion,
Truth and fantasy blur into one.
What we see, is it real or illusion?
A trick of the heart, or the noonday sun?

Your touch feels real, your words ring true,
But are you the one I think I see?
Or merely a reflection of my longings,
A beautiful illusion set temporarily free?

We build our castles on shifting sands,
Ignoring the winds of change that blow.
Convinced our love will stand forever,
Blind to the cracks beginning to show.

Yet in this dance of real and imagined,
There's a beauty that cannot be denied.
For even if love is part illusion,
It's the sweetest dream in which we've lied.

So let us embrace this grand delusion,
If delusion is what it proves to be.
For in the space between truth and fiction,
Perhaps that's where love sets us free.

In the end, does it truly matter
If what we feel is real or not?
The joy, the pain, the wild elation,
Are genuine threads in love's complex plot.

So let us drink from this mirage,
And quench our thirst for something more.
For in the realm of love and illusion,
It's the journey that we're living for.