love is our fickle beast
that we long to fight together
to conquer that which torments us
but this beasty will always live among us
inside at least one of us
and we must learn to work along together, despite him
not in spite of him

love is our tormenting foe
who, in the end
might be a friend after all
despite his doomed predictions and presumptions
it could be that he is not completely evil

perhaps it is possible
to live alongside a monster
yet have him be our motivation