They said love is a melodious song,
A rhythm felt by two lost souls.
But in a world so materialistic,
Maybe love, too, is an illusion—
Sometimes you're in, sometimes you're not.

They said love is a bird’s soft chirp,
A peaceful echo lingering near.
But when the bird fell silent,
It was just another mirage,
A fleeting sound meant to disappear.

They said it all so true,
But fairytales know it well—
That song is fading,
A tune I wish would never end.