What of Love

What of love?

Heaven makes means to
Kill our joy with love.

It’s suffering;
It’s anguish;
It’s pain.

And yet
We must have it –
At any cost!

Are you so enamored
That you’ll overlook
Your love of life?
Are you willing to sacrifice
One mistress for another?

I’ve seen you
Smell the sea;
Gaze overhead at
The stars at night.

Look into your heart and
Tell me that you’re willing –
Willing to make the choice to
Bleed again when the
Proper stimulus strikes!

I know your secret;
I know your darkest dreams and
Their soul destroying frequency.

The heart has its reasons
Whereof reason knows nothing