Love's Illusion

I have searched long for that love of all loves,
But it hastens not, though my winter's arrived
 
And leaves me desolate of every hope of warmth,
Comfort and a prospect of my name's immortality.
 
Nor will this elusive love reveal itself in my tiny dreams,
Allowing, at the very least, a gossamer of muted visions
 
That would elevate this worn and bitter man to a level of
Expanded vistas, kindling within flames of love's illusion ...