Love is a wonderful form of self-delusion, a <br />game anyone can play with a willing team- <br />mate on the basis of an illusionary ideal of <br />affection that can be filled to perfection by <br />anyone interesting, relying on chemistry <br />and shared interests <br /> <br />We are all able to become masters of illusion- <br />but the only authentic question is do you love <br />yourself, do you enjoy your own company - if <br />your answer is NO, you are guaranteed that <br />no love relations will work for you, you need <br />the loved one to pick you up <br /> <br />Keep you amused and entertained all the time, <br />should the beloved become too weak to take <br />care of your needs, your love will flee as it is <br />based on a loving slave combination; only <br />those who are happy in themselves and <br />can share their general well-being <br /> <br />With another happy person, stand a chance of <br />long-lasting love relationships in which partners <br />remain relatively independent; if anyone wants <br />to leave, it is never the end for the one who <br />stays behind – given this paradigm; it is no <br />wonder that there is almost no chance <br /> <br />That love will last, in our culture love is seen as <br />a selfish concern – the beautiful, adored person <br />must conjure happiness out of a hat, only true <br />magicians are acceptable as life partners – <br />a normal human being is never enough!<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/masters-of-illusion/
