What we Love

Have you ever wondered in yours of solitude?
how naive are we, how lost are we,
we claim and proclaim to love, yet not know,
we spend lives entire, living a farce,
and at the brink of it, unveiled is the truth,
we realize, it wasn't love but a charade, untimely,
'tis no love, rather a thought of love,
a belief falsely believed, of loving them,
but only a mere dream, worshipping false God
-Kazi