Fatuous Love

A flame that burns too bright, too fast,
A love too wild, too rash to last.
In fleeting glances, hearts do race,
But substance hides without a trace.

With promises whispered in the night,
A fire that dazzles, bold and light.
Yet underneath the shining glow,
No roots beneath for love to grow.

A fantasy that tempts the mind,
But leaves the heart alone to find,
That what was built on fleeting lust,
Will crumble soon, return to dust.

Fatuous love, a brief affair,
A spark that fades without repair.
For in the end, when passion’s gone,
It leaves no light to linger on.