Perilous distraction crept
On Forbidden turf,
he confessed his love to be true.
She bled tears of despair and
jubilance, the only residue.
The dared to be real, desecrate delusion.
trials and tribulations.
Enchanting chapters are never read.
The best poetry is never said, but felt in
Fleeting moments now dead.
Illusion is life.
Imagine your way through