Love is a drug, an addiction,
To hold another, to feel its friction
Love affects all, rich or poor
A beautiful disease without a cure.
Love has no eyes, only a heart,
To wound us with Cupid’s darts
Showing itself in different disguises
Giving us hope & many surprises.
Love can be hell, love can be heaven
Use it wisely & not as a weapon,
It can be here today & gone tomorrow
It follows you around like a shadow.
Sharing it freely would be tragic
Love is the closest thing to magic
Cast your spell, speak with feeling
Love can heal, & give us meaning.