Mirage

In the desert of golden sand,

I strain my eyes to see a band

Of cool trees and water blue.

After searching night and day,

I find an oasis pretty and gay.

Happy I was, but had no clue,

It was but an elaborate mirage.

My dreams are gone quash,

As I sit with a heart full of rue.

It was an illusion, a deception,

Very much like my broken relation,

And I'm left licking my wounds.

Beware you, who is looking for love,

Be warned, you may fall in a cove,

For relations are illusions.