Love, the Illusion.

Love, the Illusion.
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Love is just a cobweb, wet with morning dew;
Love is just a fairy spell, invisible to view;
A tread-a touch too heavy, and the cobweb is not there
A sigh too long, and lo:-the spell has vanished into air!

Love is just a morning glory, doomed at noon to die;
Love is only half a story, told in passing by:
Love is gold so delicate, the faintest flame would melt it;
Love’s NOTHING; but-God help the man who’s never known nor felt it.
-Helen Rowland,