Love is A Gift And A Curse
A potion enfused with intoxicating
words a melody so peculiar soothing,
My Mind On Standby Awaiting,
The Eruption Of Thoughts So Seductive.

A Snare So Insidious Once Uttered it, Illuminates Foreign Illusions .
A Offer Most Tempting Each Word More Tempting As the Previous Ones ,
A Crime Of Passion Stripping the Pebbels of a rose so Graciously.
A Curse indeed...