If this is love

Once upon a time
There was love.
It was sometimes cruel,
It was sometimes kind.

Was it all a game, a trap, a snare?
A love to mock me,
My heart to tear?

Is this true love she holds for me
Or is it all some joke of fantasy?

Did she give false hope of forever love
to send despair I will never rise above?

I want to believe her love is true
But of all men, why is it me she would choose?

I don’t understand this mystery,
But perhaps I’m better alone, just me.