Mistress of Love (An Illusion)

Longing to break free from pain without love,
Haunting me for it seems an eternity hence,
Love's glowing shadow filled caverns inside,

Endlessly searching for someone who is free,
Of their demons, whose heart they will share,
For I throw caution to the wind leaving me bare,

Finding someone is never easy, at most an illusion,
To my dismay they to have felt loves sting of pain,
If I become too affectionate, overwhelmed she repels,

Finding a woman whose heart as empty as mine,
To fill with passion, sensuality equally giving love,
An illusion, this mistress of love, driving me insane,

Fulfilling desires of lust is at best a costly solution,
Erotic desires feed on more than reaction of the mind,
For passion needs touches, kisses, embraces to exist,

Living life alone, only feeding off past moments of love,
Mighty fires of desire have reduced to embers that glow,
Rejection from mistress of love, no better than solitude,

Holding a red rose pricking my fingers, blood runs cold,
Surely a sign emotions turning to stone depression shows,
Once thinking this is an illusion, I found only stark reality,

Laying in bed alone slumber brings forth no rest or comfort,
Mind reliving visions of someone being there in my arms,
Being that it's only an illusion, mistress of love is all I have.