Some say
Love is a temptress;
Luring prey into its trap,
Set so innocently
So that victims
Walk blindly into it.
Some say
Love is a trickster,
Cunning and deceitful;
That it intoxicates the soul
And hides the truth.
Some say that it
Kidnaps them,
Brainwashes them,
And leaves nothing but pain
And suffering.
I say
Love is the chance
That no one takes,
The dream
That all fear,
The ambition
That no one feels worthy of.
I say
Love is the soul;
So afraid of death
That it never learns to
Live.