Love Is Such A complicated Thing
Love is such complicated thing
it rebufs attempts at measure
At times an inward, rising wont
driven in search for pleasure
At times without direction
never slave to rhyme or reason
At times ignoring any thought
to propriety or season
It is a complicated thing
it invites us to define
the search fails in futility
predestined by design
It is antidote or poison
clothed in honesty or guile
from lips that keep them both
disquised within a smile
Love is such a complicated thing
it begs us " come and dine"
Sometimes sweet forbidden fruit
languishing on the vine
At times to swallow emptiness
and fill the vacant soul
with wonder weaved of magic
in hearts that loose control
Love is such a complicated thing
so hard for us to measure
less we confess the many ways
we wasted such a treasure
Love travels twixt the poles
that cradles loss and gain
and neither loved nor loving
find joy without the pain.
