You are
Interspersed
Between the lines
Of fate and fortune

You are
Fleeting
and flittering
On the cusp
Of reality
And fantasy

You are teemed
With my thoughts
Of love lasting,
And love lost

You are
My treasured jealousy
My wrath
And my bemusement

You are my
Ideal,
Wrapped in leaves of gold
To cover your iron

Yet,
You are light
And smooth;
Almost weightless
I cannot grasp
Your heart
I think you to
Be entertaining many
And loving none, or few
You are beguilement
And empty promises

You are the reason
I get up every morning
And wonder
If I will ever be loved
Like I love you
Yet,
forever you claim
To love the me
You cannot even see