Love is patient, love is kind.
Love is shallow, love is blind.
Love is crazy, love is mine.
Love is like an infectious disease,
quick to catch but hard to please.
Love was there when we were born,
a thicket of memories cradled in thorn.
Love is cursed with quick decay,
sworn to one but oft they stray.
Love is like a muted tune,
the dark eclipse to the silent moon.
Love is like a winter's dream,
made for warmth but lost its seam.
Love is cruel, love is kind.
Love is bright when it shines.
Love is riddled, love is mine.
Love is like a desperate game,
filled with passion and utter shame.
Love is quick to get in bed,
smothered in affection, the lonely dead.
Love can be the perfect crime,
as puppets we are forced to live the mime.
Love is like the ocean's view,
it feels so right but it's never real.
Love is like the queen's demise,
when one falls down the rest all rise.
Love is hunger, love is pain.
Love is like the lion's mane.
Made to look, but not to feel.
Made to attract but born to kill.