Speechless am I. Confused I look.
It's that time of the year,
Young men searching 4 dates,
Maidens fantasizing of crushes.
I look on, not moved by the quest to love.
Rather, I take solace with my pen and paper,
Describing the beauty of love.
Love is like a tonic.
Intoxicating yet sweet.
Its like the fogs by morning,
And the darkness by night.
Love stings like the bee,
Yet its got a soothing relief.
Love,a beautiful ROSE embraced with thorns.
Though sweet like honey yet bitter as gall.
That which unites nd also separates.
Indeed, its a god amongst men.
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