Lone songbirds of spring perched
On branches with the season's blossoms,
Intone with heartache and dilemma if love
Was just a figment of imagination or if love
Was just a passing image or if love
Was only as real as a piece of art.
Mirage or deception, fantasy or delusion.
Specter for the fools, a beguiling apparition.
Melody with much anguish than desire
For the heart is an organ of fire.
Attribution to Michael Ondaatje for the last line
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Hopeless
الشعرSeries of 10 poems about unrequited love, heartbreak and the hopelessness of it all