aroade
let me insight you
on the phenomenon
called love
it is rejected
also it is accepted
some detest it
some peruse it
it is craved
for it is a feeling
rich like honey,
love can be achieved
love can be performed
love can be made
love can be bamboozling
but fore mostly
love is love
but never pure
it is red like blood
it comes with hurt
it's wrath
can be like the edge
of a sharpened knife
the pain never goes
and when it does
it never really does heal,
it's a scar
that shows how much
it really cost you
love is a theory
some plan it
bend it
and amend it
love is love
but love
isn't always love
it shields from reality
and forms an illusion
of temporal euphoria
it is blind.
