Looking at him with thoughts rushing through, wondering if he's the one or if it's an illusion, an eclipse of the heart. He turns to look at the one that stares, it's enough to make the heart melt....the weakness of the heart is simple, an illusion of hwat is yet to come, an illusion of what is to be and what's not to be. Love is so glam and touche for most but to some it's a dream of having that feeling, to others a mere way to get to one and to have a life while living in an illusion. It's sad to think that the illusion blinds many, forcing the generation to run from what is meant to be embraced. The weakness of the heart is merely love, and love is an illusion so why run when why not embrace what is meant to be.