Love’s addictive, Love is sweet.

Just like chocolate, it’s a treat.

Love is a magic, Love’s divine.

I’d love to Love, if love were mine.

Love isn’t beauty, Love is more,

When you open two great door(s).

You can fly. Oh, you can sing!

You think your seeing everything?

For, Love is magic, Love is sweet.

But, Love is when two people meet,

Two separate people who each can judge,

Two diff’rent people with truth to fudge.

Those two great doors are doors of trust.

These are opened with Love and Lust.

Young Lust is sweet, until it falls.

Sweet Love, at first, is over all.

But sugar rots and both will fade,

Thus, you’re open to the blade.

This blade, two sided, causes pain.

For Lust and Love, there’s naught to gain.

The smoother side can make you dead.

It’s overused and it’s run jagged.

It tears at you from deep within,

When your other’s sweet Love goes thin.

The quicker side is knowing hate,

Another part of Love’s sure fate!

A hate that rose from intuition,

Misguided thoughts, and some suspicion.

When Love is needed to survive,

Without this dreaded risk I die.

I’m so confused upon this part:

Which threat is tearing at my heart?

Do I need Lust, or can it hurt?

Do I need Love, or am I dirt?

This complicates a foggy matter.

Then, over time I will get sadder...

For time is wasting. Err I part.