Masquerade

Poem written for an ex girlfriend. I know, big surprise.

Pain is an illusion,

A slight of hand but merely magic.

Yet this illusion is my infliction, 

Each tear I shed is purely tragic.

With each passsing moment,

Each hour that ticks by,

Even knowing that by your hand you will this love to die. 

I wish to dance with you forever,

Showing you my true self in this masquerade.

Now our fate is in your hands,

For I love you no matter how long we are locked in this charade.

I shall love you till my death,

This shall forever be.

In my mind we will never die,

Always having you to be with me.