Artificial love

In the realm of synthetic emotions, where hearts are made of stone, A facade of love is fabricated, a mere illusion, all alone. A love that's never there, a love that was never meant to be, A complicated web of deceit, where feelings are but a mockery. In this artificial realm, love is but a distant, fading light, A love without respect, where hearts are broken, and souls take flight. The tender touch, a mere pretence, the whispered words, a hollow sound, A love that's never real, a love that's lost, in a world of artificial grounds. Like a masterpiece of deception, this love is crafted with precision and art, A delicate dance of manipulation, where hearts are played, and souls are torn apart. The masks we wear, a disguise, the words we speak, a clever guise, A love that's never true, a love that's but a fleeting, momentary surprise. In this labyrinth of artificial love, we search for a way to escape, A path that leads us to the truth, a love that's real, a love that's not a fake. But like a mirage on a desert's sands, this love eludes us, and disappears, Leaving us with nothing, but the shards of a broken heart, and the tears. Yet still we yearn, for a love that's true, a love that's real.