Love Is Only But A Fantasy

Love is only but a fantasy
By Sylvia Amere

Love is a fantasy, an imagination we all adore

A dream world of passion, that we can’t ignore

A place where love and magic, forever reign

Where love is the fantasy, that our hearts sustain

Love is a fantasy, a scene we create on our bed

A feeling that we grow and an illusion that we have fed

To experience, to feel, and to believe it’s true

But in reality, it’s just a fantasy, made up in our minds, anew

Love is a fantasy, a theory we can not define

A fleeting feeling, a moment so divine

We grasp for the dream, but it slips right through

A fantasy of love, that our hearts can’t renew

We imagine the perfect love, the perfect mate

An endless romance, so sweet and great

But it’s only a fantasy that our heart design

Not based on reality but on our minds’ design

We create the perfect love, the perfect scene

The flawless love, a serene love

But it’s just a fantasy, a dream we’ve made

Not real, not true, just a fantasy we have played

We chase the illusion, the unattainable high

A perfect love, a love that never dies

But like a mirage, it vanishes in the air

Leaving us with nothing, but a longing to share

We are left with the memory, the ghost of what could be

A love that’s lost, a love that’s yet to be free

A fantasy of love, that our hearts can’t release

A longing that lingers, a love that never ceases.

So let’s not be fooled, by our own minds’ deceit

Love is just a fantasy, a dream we can’t repeat

It’s not real, it’s not true, it’s just a fantasy we create

In our minds, a dream that’s not worth the wait.