When your love is an illusion, a fleeting dream,
A shimmering mirage in the desert's gleam,
In the depth of night, where shadows loom,
You find your heart wrapped in a mystic gloom.

In the realm of make-believe, you're ensnared,
By a love that once seemed so real, so cared,
But like a wisp of smoke in the night's confusion,
You realize you've been caught in an illusion.

The heartache is like a mirage's cruel game,
It's hard to accept that it's not quite the same,
Yet as the illusion fades into the morn,
From its grasp, a new strength is born.

For in the shadowed depths of what's unreal,
You learn to discern what's false from what's real,
You gather the pieces, your heart's reconstruction,
And find a love that's not an illusion.

In the process of healing, you'll find your way,
To love that's enduring, where shadows don't sway,
In time, your heart finds a brighter conclusion,
A love that's substantial, not just an illusion.

So let the illusion teach, and let it reveal,
That love can be true and remarkably real,
With each lesson learned, your heart's evolution,
Takes you beyond mere love's fleeting illusion.