Love: the ancient enemy (*unfinished)

Love is a cliché, love is untangeable, love is a warm fuzzy feeling.

Love is all-consuming, a pesky sensation that eats away at your insides.

Love is life. Love is death. Sometimes literally.

Love comes in all shapes and sizes;

Passionate, caring, unrequited,

brief, long-lasting, re-united.

 Love is a battle with your senses, a fight drawn out against your instincts,

 the baser of which leave you begging for more-

more lovers, more love, and more and more.

We are all beasts rutting in enseamed beds,

our rank sweat running from our toes to our heads,

 not pausing for a second’s thought about the importance of the battles fought.

Love is not something that can be taught, its cause is fraught

 with perils the likes of which ought

discourage us from further thought-

of LOVE;

The ancient enemy, which wanders, lonely as a cloud,

 (and reminds us not to be too proud).

A curse for which the remedy is said to be most Heavenly.

As pure and gentle as a dove? No, not this evil we call LOVE.