love is

[cacian]

love is a cruise
that lures you entire,
seconds of dears
and you're turned into
Morpheus,
it makes you believe in
a world of museums,
it glows with a strip
that says red on its lips
it is true and unreal.

It flatters you wings
you want to
fly with surreal,
it revs up your wits
that brings back
your ephemeral ideals.

it's a swim of a wild,
it's austere
its all here
it appears
then its grips
and stings you
so quick,
in a speed
of a light
that flashes
your will
in scatters of tragic,
dellusions are real.

mind you
the highs is what makes
it so fiery,
love is not love
but a cruel in a jewel,
and
torned is a rose
that promises
amour,
but it's just a deluge
with a thorn as a scrooge.

[Jerrybaldy]

Strewth Cacian, when I read the opening two lines I was poised ready for a stream of cliches to flow down the screen.


love is not love
but a cruel in a jewel,
and
torned is a rose
that promises
amour,


I think these great lines proved me wrong. Nice job.

[YesNo]

I liked the sound of these two lines:

"it's austere
its all here"

[cacian]

Jerrybaldy and YesNo I thank you both for reading and feedback.
Much appreciated.

[Little Gal]

.... poor love... u stormed him bad...
but very well written then too... :)