For what is love, but--

by KhuzaimaAli

An envious
Gasp of a toddler
Ogling at a toy
Through a window;

The decietful prance
Of a chameleon after
Waiting for its prey
In the grass;

That dolorous raindrop
Awaiting its fall on a rock
Longingly looking later
At the sea on its side;

A sprinter's anguished gaze
Who is behind the first,
Getting inchmeal closer
To his eventual defeat;

-- A hoax, a con
A sham to lure those defenceless
To the unknown.