Love is revered, discussed, hunted, searched, Even maimed and killed for
Yet as a ghost so few have seen or experienced
Remaining ever illusive, a tantalising dream
Many settle for something they believe is love
Yet it is all but in name, a convenient way
From staying and progressing alone
As when we do see two people who feel it
We are mesmerized by their mutual loving basking aura
Blinding sunshine light warmth enveloped in
We almost feel it tangibly too
Struck with envy and a searing need
Yet again we continue with our search
It dominates our lives intangibly unseen
A vibration we are all seeking to lose ourselves in
Yet it remains the ever
Illusive life's pinnacle dream
We believe we have found it
Yet still we are unsure
If you feel this look for it again
As the the former is a fake
Listen to your authentic feelings
They will never lie
One fortunate day your true love
Maybe found, until then you must
Go on looking like Alice in the Looking Glass
Where upon in herself she found
In a garden with mad hatters and a woeful Queen of Hearts
Chopping of heads whilst eating all of love's hearts
Copyright Natasha Anne Kelleher 20th August 2019
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