Love is confusion
Traveling blindly in a pitch dark maze
Perhaps it causes personal craze
Sometimes it can form an elated cloud
Swell up one's chest and to stand proud

A green beast may lurk, waiting and mad
The tiny child within crying and sad
At times it tears emotionally and is hard
Almost like attempting to perfectly tape together a shredded card

Love is an unknown mystery
A convoluted chunk of human history
Even when time erodes, it can remain the same
Could that mean it is lame?
Love is a solution