Love is Fleeting

It seems to me that love is fleeting
 
Lasting only a brief moment in time.
 
It seems to me that love is everlasting
 
Holding hands and dancing in perfect rhyme.
 
It is a whisper of a passionate kiss
 
Of burgeoning affection in this very soul tonight
 
It is a whisper of a jubilant bliss
 
The feeling of happiness running with the moonlight.
 
Love escapes me; I have yet to attain its magic spell
 
I have only watched it but from afar.
 
It seems I have been in a pattern, spiraling down towards hell,
 
And I just want to escape from this place in my car.
 
But I know that love is magical and breathtaking.
 
It is the very essence of my dreaming.