Poetry

I rarely write poetry, but this is one of those cheesy times when I got something I just have to write down, here goes (and it rhymes too! I can rarely make a poem rhyme so this is a rarity):

A Hypothesis on Love

Being in love feels great,

The feelings are first-rate.

I don’t want to be anywhere,

But with my love right here.

You can call me cheesy,

That love’s easy-peasey.

Well, trust me,

It’s easier for a sane man to go on a killing spree.

Love is joy; is effort,

Love is simple? Nothing of the sort!

And love is the smallest gesture,

And the greatest treasure.

The sister of love is hate,

And theirs is a common fate.

Without one another,

Love is nothing but bother.

Love is a secret best unexplained,

Let it soar, not caged insane.

If in love you try to explain,

Love will surely leave you in vain.

If you've read carefully you can tell,

I am not under love’s spell.

For here’s my attempt to explain love; I was never in love.