Never Really Mine
To see now, what I saw before, no resemblance of the same.
Is to say I saw what I wanted to, so as to play at loves' game.
Intimacy, like a chameleon, changes, swings like a pendulum in time.
Hearts beating together, in love , are steadfast making rhyme.
If what is said be true, no apparition to vanish in the reality.
And when fruition achieved, dark untruth of doubtful morality.
It happened so quickly, here in the phantasm of that sort.
Can now be taken in the emotional well of human thought.
Transparent physical wrappings open the flood of feeling.
Psychologically attired packaging often sets love reeling.
Conjured knowledge that before our eyes, see truth as lies.
Now formed new vision, passed dreams and fantasies let die.
If my heart risen to fast to fly, descend now slowly glide.
Subside, come out from in the clouds, seek do not hide.
For what I took, from that first look, was just borrowed for a time.
And what I thought was love, of course, was never really mine.
Just For The Love Of It PHRASE Challenge'it happened so quickly'
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