Love is a drug, An addiction,
To hold another, to feel it’s friction.
Love affects all, rich or poor,
A beautiful disease, without a cure.
Love has no eyes, only a heart,
To wound us, with cupids 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,
But it follows you around, like a shadow.
Sharing it freely, that would be tragic,
Love Is the closest thing, to magic.
Cast your spell, speak with feeling,
Love can heal a heart, & give us meaning.