Illusion

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"I cannot promise certainty in this unpredictable life,
But these assurances I offer, without strife,
You'll be the sole woman I'll cherish and adore,
My heart beats solely for you, forevermore."

"You are my world, the very air that I breathe,
My existence revolves around you, I believe.
The mere thought of living without you takes my breath away,
Leaving me gasping, struggling to find my way."

Each time I recall those promises, whispers of love,
Uttered so tenderly, like a cooing dove,
My heart aches with an intense, searing pain,
Reminiscing memories that now feel in vain.

I'm suffocating, as if trapped in an iron grip,
Drowning in tears, sobs making me slip,
Where did it all go awry, I ponder and sigh,
Did our love crumble, was it all a lie?

Blinded by tears, my vision obscured,
Muffled cries and yells, my voice unheard,
Deafened by the shattering of my heart's core,
Numb to the pain, bleeding even more.

My love, you were but a grand facade,
An illusion of love, fleeting and flawed.
Like bubbles, you vanished with haste,
Leaving me wounded, bleeding, and displaced.

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