Love, they say is a beautiful thing
Like the first ray of sunshine
A bed of roses, A beautiful dream
Like the feeling of ecstacy or a misty sleep
The never-ending, the joyful scream
But what about those who find it a chaos
A Chaos, extreme, thunderous, a walking nightmare
And yet puts you to sleep
Like a lover's first kiss or a ruminating steam

Love, they say is a joyous theme
Like the first drop of rain
A colourful rainbow, A tipsy feel
Like the feeling of warmth, a faithful steep
The unforgettable, the infinite leap
But what about those who find it painful
Painful yet so beautifully wrapped around us
It's callous, it's dark, it's torchorous, it's stark

And yet it stays...

Stays with all of it's thunderous beauty
Inevitable like the chariot of death
Sufferable like thorns in bed
Love, they say is the most beautiful thing
Not for me, for me it's chaotic
Chaotically beautiful

~Scythe
© scythe

(Also no, I'm not in love or anything...I just stumbled upon what i think it would be like and came up with this)