A love not chosen
It was always simple to laugh at the loser,
Even mocking at him is so simpler,
So delightful watching the entertainer,
Clowns tragic tale was always someone's dinner.
Though he carried all the ways his tears,
Except love nothing he fears,
Mockery never caused him weaker
His smile was only his answer,
Love for the dust and the air
All that he wanted to love his profiteers,
Sometimes they claimed to be dearer
Other times they were the same backstabbers, Though his love was destined to last forever, He had nothing to fear ever...
Because all those who were the illusionist,
Never stood he is not a loner
He is much more of him,
he was their entertainer.