What is love?

What is love ,but tranquil enchantment
it divorces us from our very being
We're are puppets to this sublime emotion
so controlled by such forces unseen

Like a disease it quickly overwhelms
our bodies becoming unwitting hosts
against our better judgment we persist
that which is forbidden, we want it the most!

Sadly such a state cannot continue indefinite
eventually we emerge groggy, but fully recovered
Loathe to admit, but we realize our folly
why better reasoning could never discover

Why did we ever indulge in something so fragile
Are we not fearful on the path we tread?
perhaps for brief moments to experience the angelic
Love is a potent drug, it is so often said.

The End

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