What love is not
is more important than what it is
the young lover dreams
about moonlight and the first kiss
he reads too many romantic books and is hooked
to love like a drug-- but love is not always sweet wine
worse than hemlock when it enters the blood-system
and no medicine can cure--the poets say (do they know?)-love is divine
too much given to poetic licence
with little substance when viewed in real life
love is suffering, rejection, loneliness, in-fighting, day-dreaming
a litany of hurt feelings, threats, murderous accusations--an endless strife
if in my youth someone
had told me so
I wouldn't have found myself in that self-inflicted hell
and would have avoided so many a sorrow