Poetical Demeanor #Wattys2016

Love, the Fantasy of Reality

Love is but a fantasy in reality
It makes hope out of vanity
Brings happiness from the scars
Let us shine bright like those stars

Love makes us vulnerable
Yet it is still tolerable
Love makes us fall into place
It pulls us into ace

But why is it fantasy,
Even we could feel its ecstasy?
Even we could feel its euphoria?
Even it makes marvelous mirabilia?

Love do what we don't expect
It shields what we protect
Shine smiles to that inflicted heart
Colors your empty canvass to magnificent art

Love is an existent reality
In this cruel and insolent reality
Love exceeds beyond propriety
Indeed, a wondrous entity

Love is mild yet playful
Heatens hearts in cool
It tames the wild
Purifies the defiled

Love brings you to your fantasies
Distorts your painful realities
Let you touch your dreams so wild
Calms a storm; now mild