Today love is a fleeting phantasm 

That one day possesses, the next day flees

In favor of reason or some such force

That by will or otherwise, stakes its claim.

And so a stake runs through my heart that I,

Who once was sure and did not think that love

Would be a poltergeist that takes respite

In assuring my reason does not rest,

I find myself at odds within myself

Trying to catch that which is fleeting

Sit it down, and say, "Stop toying with me"

And the same time, find it agreeable,

And thus the vicious cycle shall remain

That love shall haunt, and by reason sustain.