Love, she realized, is a masquerade

Hidden behind layers and layers of charades

His handsome face, baritone voice, charms of brocades

The innocent gullible ones, are easily preyed

A fluorescent moon that night, starry interventions

Behind a lovers masque, she never did notice his vile intentions

His love, though shallow, did always weaken her defenses 

Should she ignore, look through his pretenses?

Or let herself ride through the passion, the ecstasy?

To live, in the moment, a bit more, her ultimate fantasy?

She tried to move away, way further, from the moment of truth

To hear his velvety words more, laden with silken love, which made her fiery heart sooth

Coz she knew a death of love, will occur when all is revealed

The love, the trust which was with a false promise sealed

Imploring, probing deep to search in his eyes

Inkling to see beyond his masque, his fancy disguise

Love for her, the one she had experienced, she still so desire

Petrified, with trembling hands she removed his masque, of fire

She gasped, a moan escaped her lips, in sheer pain

Mocking at her, his evil eyes, crooked smile, ruthless despite feign

The cruelness of his soul evident, so apparent

She reckons his evilness, a bit too late, harshly transparent

Where did his love vanish?

Why wasn’t she able to see behind his facade?

Was this what they said blind love?

She had loved him truly, she felt betrayed

It was a moment of disdain, utter dispair

Her lover, his love, to die, suddenly, so unfair

Myriad moments of love were lost that instant in dwindling turmoil

Her soul got forever entrapped in a sad unwinding coil

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