IT- the Poem

It was an Illusion which I liked to Live;
It was an Impression which I mimed to give;

It was a desire which shaped the heart;
It was a fire which blazed the heart;

It was a hope which reached the eyes;
It was a rope which tied the realm;

It was a wait which reached the high;
It was a faith which transcend the Low;

It was a dream which glowed the soul;
It was a gleam which mowed the whole;

But ,When the illusion began to face the reality;
And the Impression to jade in totality;

When the desire began to bow
And the fire to slow;

When the hope began to shift
And the rope to rift;

When the wait began to blare
And the Faith to layer;

When the dream began to snare
And the gleam to rare;

A stranger Came to this fare
With magic in air;

He reaffirmed the belief of mine
There is a soul which traverse the time;

“IT” Would always find its way
And the Stranger would be your ray;

Slowly ,this “IT” begins to “shove”
And Now I call it my dear as “LOVE”;