Encircling me who plays?
It cruelly slays.
It slays me,
I can't flee.

I feel all around a killer,
Who says love is a healer?
Often love seems a paint,
Is it demon or saint?

It paints my world gorgeous,
I see all the things beauteous.
Denying looming rudeness of earth,
It rains like the blessing in dearth.

I feel a heavy flood,
An upheaval of my blood.
I pretend to be calm,
But it makes me hum.

Is Love an unseen trap?
Rude realities does it wrap?
Like a drug it benumbs me,
What a lethal emotional spree!