LOVE

Cupid(Eros)

Bedevilled to an extreme by love,
Is it a love of love or love we feel,
To what does one owe this feeling,
Love's neither quantifiable nor definable,
Yet its existence we question not.

Love is, sentimentality perpetuated by hormonal overload,
Love is, Cupid or Eros’ most pervasive of arrows,
Love is, unbridled lust allied by an unexplainable desire for monogamy.

All are ubiquitously popular notions,
Buoyant on the ocean of love notions,
The search for love begins from within,
To “search” for love is futile,
For one can not seek this love liberation.

Your cheating heart

Tis by perchance that pleasures endless are bestowed,
If providence smiles upon you, cherish the sanctity that is love;
For love lost is legacy's lament,
Insidious is the pain of love lost.

Minds destroyed, ploys deployed,
Love is not to be feared, for it is pure.
Tis man who taints it’s purity,
As he pursueth that which breeds his notoriety,
Love’s sentiment can not prevail.