Its like rain without a bow
A shoe without a sew
A pig without a pen
An ink with no pen
Loves is just that
Opposites attract
Only hate endures
Loves tenure sure
It could be a remedy but
No cure
It could be certain
But not sure
It can hurt mentally
But not harm physically
Unless you
Invoke a violent spree
Catastrophe
Spreads its feathers with
No wings
As the stroke of each flap
Sings
Into the air without wind can
You comprehend
Reverse the curse death should
Be first
And love is its thirst