Illusion

Please don’t open me to your ideas

I fear I may lose sight of mine

Please don’t indulge me in your best today

For tomorrow, this magic may fade,

And disillusioned, for your illusion I shall pine…

Please don’t invade the walls erected around me 

They guard me strong.
So call me a stoic, call you may cold…

But the walls are resistant and impermeable,

Because, in the idyllic realm of your beauty 

you have never looked at yourself,

and felt totally vulnerable…