Love is not a rose
or other dainty, little flower.
Love is not a sunny day
or the blessings of some good god’s powers.
Love is like a glance,
unspoken lies abound.
Love is like a nod,
malice needs no sound.
Love is like a lie,
spoken, panting, in the dark.
Love is like a smile,
oh so deadly, oh so sharp.
Love is like a knife
drawn across two wrists.
Love is like a sword
put in my guts with a twist.
Love is like death:
dark and cold and alone.
Love is like Hell!
Where no mercy was ever shown.