Love is a gentle breeze on a Spring day,
Rushing through rows of colorful blossoms.
Soothing and alluring.
Simple and happy.

Love is like an endless maze,
Left and right, which way to go?
Walls all around, disguised as shrubs of flowers.
Lost and lost, fallen into a pit of madness.

Love is a night’s dream,
A prelude to death, a nightmare,
Or a sigil of vitality, a dream of Eden.
Come night, come another roll of the die.

Love is a secret battle,
hidden from the eyes,
fought with a knife in the back,
with nothing but enemies from all around.

Love is a lot of things,
It just isn’t
You and me.