Illusion of love

Sometime we want what we cannot have.

                           Illusion of love

I held you so tightly. We found paradise by the midnight moon.
I was seeing forever and you were just entangled in the raging storm.

I whispered I love you with all my heart.

Your eyes turned sad and you told me. Love is just a illusion. A surreal dream for the lucky. We cannot outlast the shadows and mirrors of time. Love is just paper and can be shattered like glass. Dear Poet. The illusion of love will perish with time. Best find something made out of rock and cement to hold on to and grasp. I'm caving into too much need and want, never content."

Her words were true. She was like the sea. Could not be controlled or be held down forever. I held her closely.

I knew.  Love is rare and for the lucky.

                         Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[sheandherself]

Oh, I wish I didn't understand her saying so well. It's like I'm reading my very own words.
But I believe you love is different from that. I can tell it's made of rock and cement.
Whatever the truth is, I'm glad for this illusion, for it has blessed art so many times.

[Coyote Poetry]

Real love is rare. We open up our selves rarely in a life. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Scrap]

I am the most unlucky person everrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Love is hard. Need someone with the same need and be in the same place. Hard to be done. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Clara]

Words are never just words. They have incredible power -- to build, to destroy, to heal, to encourage, to hurt... to be remembered.

I have held on to and held in, words that have been spoken or written to me for years and years. They've been seared into memory over time. I suppose amazing love is like that too, rare and beautiful and everlasting. You loved her with all your heart and she loved you, in that moment. It was special.

Love is rare and for the lucky, but love is also a choice and we can choose to make our own luck.

Thank you for sharing!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lara and I agree. Old age had taught me. All love shared was worthwhile.

[Clara]

For sure! :)

[JayceeC]

To hold and be surrounded by the ocean for a while can bring contentment, but too long is hazardous to our flesh. Lovely thoughts because the contentment of now seems to be enough for him.

[Coyote Poetry]

Contentment become easier to understand with time and distance. Thank you Jaycee for reading and the comment.

[Troy Henson]

Just words? This was remarkable. Love is not lost. Love is certainly different for us all and complicated it is. Search and you shall find.

Troy

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Troy for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Ayamey]

So wise and deep. I really like this poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ayamey. I appreciate the comment.

[MsJewel]

To find true love is rare...but I believe if there is love in your heart, you will find someone to share it with -
As always, it is a delight to read your words John. This is lovely...she is like the sea (love that line)

Julie

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Julie and I agree.

[AaronFreitas]

Damn this is so deep and powerful. Some of the lines such as ". Love is just paper and can be shattered like glass" and "Love is just a illusion" hit home for me because they are so true. Some people get extremely lucky and find the right person... but most of us hold that paper love and only time will tell when it will shatter like glass. Loved it buddy... one of my favorites I have read :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Aaron. I appreciate the comment.

[Akshay Rawal]

When a person, rejected in love, keeps comtemplating upon the same with an attitude perceived by those lucky and successful ones, that love is eternal and you have to adopt a specific behaviour, pester, insist or even be annoyingly obstinate and forceful in obtaining that person, these words would make him sit, heave a sigh, and produce a smile of satisfaction, and ultimately, simple love for that adorable rejector. Great, great write.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Akshay. I agree. I agree. With old age. All love shared was worthwhile.