Love is but a myth,
A delusion sweetened through poem and prose.
Love is but a dream,
An illusion of the mind as you doze.
In the hands of a man of words,
Love can be moulded to seem all you yearn.
Yet once you've succumbed to be love birds,
The emotion is sure to make you burn.
Sweet while it does last,
Seeps venom as it leaves.
Love felt in the near past,
Sure to kill you when it deceives.