Are you but a figment of my imagination?
Are you like a mist ascending from the
surface of a lake, only to disappear into the night. Will you suddenly fade like the foam on an oceans wave? Has the thought of your love intoxicated me like too much wine,
and left my vision blurred and my senses numb. Who are you, my veiled lady in the darkened night?
It matters not, thought you are real or not.
The quest for love remains my reason for being.
Life without love, is merely existence.
For is not love the one true reason for being?