A heart broken and a headache,
memories treasured some are fake.
What was real now’s unknown,
was a blossoming love bastardly grown.
Dreams imagined time beyond,
souls follow seeking a bond.
In a flash the heart did know.
The brain debated to and fro.
Do we conjure a wishful illusion,
blending and blinding with confusion?
Or if not that then something worse,
a love once felt made in reverse.
The quest now’s for the spark,
for love at first sight in the dark.
Is my view shaded, am I now jaded?
Will sunny yellows glow when the blues faded?
If love’s to seek, love’s to find.
Who’s less important if not to mind.
Who to ask is where love will begin.
Answers start with the quest within.