This is not a love story
But a tale of those who
give in to love
living a vision

We have confused a fairy-tale
With the craving of the soul
and longing of the heart
to be branded by another

We put on our masks
and take false names.
Adorning our consciousness
with roles suited to the
fantasy of the love myth
we danced.

A rather mundane life
made into an astonishing
story of love existing in
a shocking reality

We believed it was a love story
a story we wanted
dreams dancing
under the masks of the ball.

The music stops
and lights go out
and our masks are
dropped one last time

This is the love story
we wrote in our dreams
danced in our fantasy
and finally accepted as our own.

© 2008 by Suzanne Deakins
From Double Chocolate, A Book of Exotic Love