Illusions

If I come to you now 
And tell you I love you, 
Will you turn away saying 
You do not know what that is? 

You have played creator 
With my unfeeling heart, 
Bringing back to life 
That which I thought dead. 

Your magic has extracted tears 
From this rock within me. 
Oh sorcerer, will you now show me 
This is all an illusion? 

Will you tell me, dear prophet, 
That in seeing this as true, 
You have led me to believe 
In that which you disbelieve? 

I have become yours wholeheartedly. 
Is it in this moment of surrender 
You will reveal to me 
The word you spread was false? 

Oh Lord, answer my questions 
For my beloved does not hear me.