The Great Pretender

We are all human
This I understand
What I cannot grasp is a love that presented itself as perfection
Turning into the very symbol of imperfection
Real love does not change itself
From dependable
To Unreachable
From Devotion
To Absence

For all intents and purposes
That is not love
It is a mimicry of the real thing
A masked assailant
Out to steal the hopes and joys
Of an expectant audience

Love does not morph from never too busy
To never has time
That is not love
Irrelevant excuses aside
No matter what change life throws your way
Love gives the assurance that
The importance of a loved one in the scheme of things bears merit

Love does have to ask
Love should not have to beg
That is not love
Rather it is something else wearing the clothing of love

Love does not
Love should not many things
In truth if you have love then you should already know