L'amour

Love is an ephemeral balloon
That bursts when touched,
A delicate rose that withers
Under a hot glaring sun,

Wine that quickly turns sour
After it's opened,
Bread that falls flat
After it's taken from the oven,

What lies beyond
The colorful packaging,
Of this delusion
We call Love?

When the initial flush
Of fluttering pulses
And euphoric smiles
Consequently ebbs -

What's left behind
Is a bitter aftertaste,
The same hollow emotion felt
Waking up from a dream.