Love Or Dream

What guides a man: his love or just a dream?
Are feelings real or do they only seem?
Where are they born: in heart or in his mind?
And is there anything that stands behind?

When one in love, the world is upside-down,
And real life is mixed with his dream-town;
This striking feeling, rising from inside,
Exceeds all others and becomes his guide.

A man goes mad when love begins to tease,
He sacrifices wealth to it with ease,
If need be – he will sacrifice his life:
A burning heart makes reason cease from strife.

Why is one’s love sometimes so good and fair
And then becomes a terrible nightmare?
What sides do in the real truth have roots,
And what are but imagination’s fruits?

Our passions can be weak or can be strong,
Sometimes they fade, sometimes they burn for long,
Sometimes unbreakable, sometimes they smash,
Sometimes are nothing but an instant flash.

But, still, whatever facets love may show,
Be it an inspiration or a blow,
However true or false its face may be –
Its very start remains a mystery.

17 March 2011