It was love, she said,
What else could it be?
It was all that she had,
It was all she could need.
Not a trick of the light,
Nor a wish in the night,
It was real, it was true,
It was love, she just knew.
What was love? She said,
For she saw it no more,
Just like that it was gone,
Disappeared evermore.
It was all in her head,
Just a slight of the hand,
An illusion, not mystery,
Now unravelled and bland.
