EVERYTHING'S OKAY
by Emile Pinet
Love is but an illusion
a mixture of lies and truth.
And non-responsive to dreams
or expectations of youth.
Through anguish and frustration
bravado falters and slips.
And yet in your fantasies
passion drips from wanton lips.
Hope courts imagination
summoning a dreamy smile.
And you find your private place
where you go once in a while.
You yearn for a soul mate with
whom to share your existence.
And you continue to look
with undying persistence.
You fall in and out of love
with the ghosts of yesterday.
And yet feigning happiness
pretend everything's okay.
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