Fallible mortal,

Can you put a word to love?

It's complexities and simplicities.
It's difficulties and liberties.
It's innate sorrow and innate bliss.
It's insidious consumption of your soul.
It all plays out in the palm of my hand.

By a gust of wind from between my lips
You are swept off your feet
Rapid beats your heart
and I smile at my feat.

All you can think of is them and it drives you crazy,
And keeps you sane simultaneously.

It coalesces from petty infatuation into intrepid yen.
You think that it's real, per what you have heard.
But don't you forget to remember
You are a chess piece and I am the grandmaster.

You are enchanted, enamoured, entranced by the one you look upon.
You spend forever wondering what had hit you and when.

What a joy it is,...