I was a wandering soul 
and found my mirage in him.
In that moment:
Hope ignited a spark.

The shackles at my feet no longer bound me, 
replaced by a duvet of roses.
My heavy-leaden burdens — lifted by his feathery touch.
Flickering to life, was my cobweb-ridden heart.

The twinkle in his eyes 
was absolutely enchanting. 
Yet,
beneath the surface, 
lay embedded lies.

As I shriveled —
a battered leaf,
belatedly,
my eyes understood:

The jewel I had sought was pyrite, 
I'd just been too blinded to take note.