Is it true love for strangers to meet?

Or, is it just lust shrouded by deceit?

I ponder over these sensations I've felt inside.

Since I met you.

But now I question whether or not they were all lies,

Because none of it was true.

Just a scam to say the least.

A game amid a fox and a fool.

And still, you have me by the leash,

Continuing this abuse.

Am I not a man?

Can I not stand—

On these two feet that is;

On the highest pillar,

Gazing at all of His—

Creations? Or, children?!

Yes! Something similar.

Yet, I stand alone, walking a million miles.

Alone, carrying the burden of a million regrets.

So don't you question why I never smile.

And, why I never felt THAT, yet?!

Felt what?

—Love.