Heart Of The Matter

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No More Than Illusion





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No truth in the rumour that love is so blind,
Instead thinking clearly of pain left behind,
No longer to grieve, become lost in confusion,
Discovering love is no more than illusion,


Because I remember what should have been,
Averting and closing my eyes to the dream,
I focus on working, forgetting the pain,
And living in hope that the memories remain,


Resolve of the heart to beat to the tune,
And not to be trapped in sight of the moon,
Hold on to the past, to happier days,
And carrying you deep in the heart always.



Linda Harnett © 2013










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No More Than Illusion