In a world of illusions, where shadows dance, Fake love's a game, a deceptive romance. Whispers like sweet melodies, echoes in the night, But beneath the surface, it's a dim, fading light. Fake love, a masquerade of emotions, Hiding behind masks, devotion in slow-motion. Words like honey, dripping insincere, A symphony of deceit that we cannot hear. Promises like paper, fragile and thin, Built on lies, the foundation wears thin. In the garden of illusions, flowers bloom, Yet their petals fall, exposing the doom. Fake love, a web of tangled desire, Burning like a wildfire, a deceptive fire. Embraces that feel like fleeting embraces, Lost in the maze of false embraces. Ephemeral feelings, like sand slipping away, In the hourglass of deceit, we lose our way. The heartache lingers, a bitter aftertaste, In the gallery of illusions, love is misplaced. But through the shadows, a truth will emerge, A phoenix rising from the ashes, a silent surge. Real love's a beacon, breaking the spell, A melody of authenticity, where true emotions dwell.