What is love

Obviously still rather hurt and upset at this time...


What is love
But a man’s chasing the wind,
A light in the darkness
No one can see.
The relief we all hope for
But never find.
She holds the hopes of humanity
In her sacred bosom
And shares that bosom
With infidelity
Lies, and misdirection.
What is love
But an adultress
Not yet caught in the act
Or skeletons
Still hidden in the closet.
Love is a devil
And we have all fallen
To her unholy eyes.