Do I follow Do I place my feet in its footprints Musing upon what I see, the feelings that comes and goes How will I know if it is real, a mirage, a flight of fancy...dream Dare to take hold, embrace it Trace its face, its limbs Whims that makes me smile Does it come as a surprise Am I wise enough to see the genuine or fake Like faux pearls or paste glass Demure glance or tone of voice I seem to take wing before it takes hold...tames Why can't I see...that love is real, not just a game.
