Love is a grave mirage
That spells you into siege
Where feelings heaves
And thoughts relieves
Do not get confused
When you are refused
For this happens not only to the weak
To the strong it gives a friendly tweak
Like liquor
Drank to stupor
Softly & softly
Gently & gently
You are driven
And ridden
Into intoxication
And flirtation
Sometimes it’s hallucination
That may end in frustration

© Asa Cl