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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