Monday, September 28, 2009

Mischievous Love

Love smiled at us
When we were lovers.
Love strolled
With us.

He whispered words
Near my ear
Which I in turn
Whispered to hers.

But Love is naughty.
He is a rascal.
Yearns to play tricks.
Loves to mislead.

He traps us into
And then he scorns us.

Love is a nuisance.
Certainly a rogue.
A drunken scoundrel
Stalking us constantly.

Ready to play
His wayward tricks,
Roughing us up.
Mischievous love!

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