Is love alike a path of brush we find?? A road it seems goes on to endless view Mists of truth and light of charm combine Impulse to lay a path with someone new A time where boulders come within the way Where truth's deceived in what we wish to see When spoken words direct where one will lay For one to own the feel of being free The warmth inside to which we all adore A new sense is now intensified Then grace and mystery fall to the floor A sensation once present, now denied Once thought this love could never fade like dust; Knows love did fade and all was just a crush.