Heartache Poem by Ro Price

Stupor of love
An illusion,
scorched from reality,
deprived of the truth,
filled with fantasies......
Fantasies, nothing
but a trick.
Love a stupor
made for the meek.
That's what she thought she was
A girl nothing but
Stupid
Who believed in
Cupid.
Left in daze,
an illusion,
a maze
which she named....
Love
Once a prince charming to her
Now just a thief
Who robbed her of her
emotions
which she once
cherished deeply.
Now an empty vessel
She was
Who believed
'Stupor of love,
an illusion,
which scorched her
Of her reality '