What's this phenomenon called love, That remains a puzzle no one can solve? Love is the caveat for many broken hearts, And the byword for many gracious acts. Love has the characteristics of a witch And the coldness of a vindictive *****!
Love, the greatest of human emotions Has many different variations. The good book talks about agape love, And Beyonce sings about drunken love. Its nature nobody really understands Yet men have worked with their hands and paid bride prices with cows. Some have proposed to women at the super bowls. And on talk shows, jumped on couches leaving a few to walk on crutches.
Nobody knows love's true colors. Yet many men have spent top dollars To buy their women cars as gifts. And later on, end up begging for lifts. For love, Romeo committed suicide And Juliet died right by his side.
Love is very irresistible And unpredictable. Love has many dimensions and many complications. For love, many people have died And much more has lied. For love, knots have been tied many bank accounts emptied, For love, wars have been fought And many Diamond rings bought.
Love is a wrecking ball I call it an emotional hall. For love, tears have been shed by many in their lonely beds. Love is a mystery But the reality in my poetry. It's a kinda game in most men lives, A game played behind their wives.
So what do we know about love? Is it peaceful as caged doves Or dangerous as wild wolves? Is it contagious as a disease, Or rumpled as a crease? Is it blind like brother Steve, Or silent as a grave? Is it deep like the ocean, and beautiful like Heaven? Love can at times be as cold as ice And at times, twice as nice!