It’s not love
It’s imagination
Don’t get the two confused
In your heart it’s
Infatuation
But, the one surly will decay
Can you dream up a better ending?
Do you see shimmers of light?
Could it be the best pretending,
Is done in the middle of the night.
Perhaps you won’t grow weary
Of this imitated farse
If the animations
Come through clearly
Love could just be
A work of art
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