A fragrance dissipates within
In a flower that's blossoming
An end to the mirage is nigh
As the illusionist breaks silence with a sigh
The illusion; when it ends
The petals break away
And the Lovers go astray
The seed of Love has returned
Reflecting through his eyes
Her image has been burnt
The admirer is unaware
Unaware of his ail
The ailment of Love
That renders the Heart frail
Ailed with burning desire
Only Love is his cure
The sickness is in the illusion
That keeps the mind unsure
The seed of Love is within
Look for the fragrance therein
In this flower that's blossoming
The Spring passes by
And again, comes the rain
Wintry winds may shatter the Heart
But embrace this pain
When the end is nigh
The heart will take flight
Leaving the object of Love out of sight
Excellent!
Wonderful sentiment!
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