So oft doth love be blindly thrown into
An endless savage cycle of deceit,
For thyself the results are still askew.
Wherefore it ofttimes is so bittersweet?
Although I knoweth not what love entails,
I have watched it play from foreign sections.
Love shackles and secures privy curtails,
And it demands unceasing affection.
Hark now, I need not plague love’s risky name.
Its beaming rays consume the darkness, for
Thine eyes burning a passionate flame.
As love emits a transcending uproar,
It is attraction; it is repulsion.
At once, it is everything and nothing.