Love

Love, a strange and fickle thing,
that none can understand,
most powerful and terrible,
emotion, in all the land.

Happiness and exhaultation,
Joy that love can bring,
Romance and soft and tender moments,
fields of flowers, in the spring.

But love's not only all thats good,
although we wish it so,
Love can be an awful thing,
that kills what others sow.

Love is blind, or so it's said,
Love, it has no eyes,
Love is never really planned,
it takes you by surprise.

True love is great, fulfils the heart,
The mind, the human soul,
but love betrayed is terrible,
a tool for bitter goal.

Destroys men and women both,
who open up their heart,
to those who really only want
control, love has no part.

Open heart with no defenses,
open till the strike,
that severs emotion, rational thought,
shuts off hopeful light.

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