Perhaps I never knew you,
perhaps we never met
Perhaps it was enchantment
that made my heart forget.
Perhaps it was the magic,
reflections from the start;
Perhaps they were illusions,
Illusions of the heart.

Reflections of the softness
that once enveloped me;
Of quiet reassurance
when I learned to be free.
Perhaps I didn’t notice
perhaps I wasn’t smart
To live in my illusions,
Illusions of the heart.

I gave myself completely
without a backward glance;
So glad to share my secrets
unknowingly perchance,
That in total surrender
I merely played the part
Deceived into believing
Illusions of the heart.

And now that love has ended
and you’re with someone new
I see the sad reflection,
still thinking that it’s you.
I wonder if you meant it,
what made us grow apart?
How could the time erase now
Illusions of the heart?

J. Sandy