Love they say is a patient feeling.
Like Mount the Everest,
Forever they say it is steadfast –
Not changing, not yielding.
They say love is kind.
Driving the good Samaritan round town –
Helping strangers overcome hurt;
Melting stony-rocks embedded in hearts..
They say love is just.
The oil rising above water.
The blindfolded woman of law
Who will never punish the innocent.
They say love is the best feeling.
The antidote to pain and tears –
The brightly lit moon that soothes
In the middle of a long, cold and dark night.
But they never said;
Love is a two-edged sword,
That coats sweet memories with souring flavours –
Leaving you in a world of traumatic wonder;
Love pierces the heart,
Tears and rips it apart,
Leaving it in ruin before the day breaks,
Etching it’s signature of soft-teary moans on your pillow;
That love is not just a feeling but a weapon,
Deadlier than the sword
Forged of the dragons breath…
Pity him that finds it,
For its rough edges tears the soul.
If you really are not ready for it twists and turns,
Then heed the ringing bell and RUN!!!