You are a dream illusion of my reality,
You are the illusion of my dreams,
You are an illusion.
I try to live in dreams,
You see,
Dreams are my reality,
But don't be worried, my love,
They will disappear
Like bubbles
In the air,
Without leaving
Any trace in my memory.
They can form the illusion
Of the ideal perfect love,
More fragile than anything, I know.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
The ideal perfect love Is more fragile Than the illusion itself You have to illustrate 'the ideal perfect love' in another writing. Very confusing these words. Is it a feeling that man can achieve...if can, how....within human relation is there any ideal perfect love possible! I can't imagine the taste and essence of it living in such an age where 'use and throw' is the ultimate passion of civilization. Have you got yourself the taste of it yet! Poem is well-written, so, so many questions are attacking the human sense. Write more poet....write more...... Regards, 10/10 pranab
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Marieta, Loved reading the poem: the ideal perfect love, More fragile Than anything I know.