His/Her/Our Love

A love poem, ranting mostly about the trap that love is.

His/Her/Our Love

Sweet Dangerous Love:

Tis' no wonder your entice.

With promises of kisses on

lips, and happiness eternal.

His sweet dangerous love,

was so bright and lively,

he did not see the lies

she told him.

And hers, a love so

connected and bound,

was so fast in nature,

that he only saw a

fruit to be plucked.

Sweet Dangerous Love,

Shall I compare thee

to a rose?

Beautiful but armed?

Shall I liken thee

to a Venus flytrap?

A carnivorous beast of

nature, named after

your Goddess?

Our Love,

is tangled and knotted.

Our Love,

may never be forgotten.

Our Love,

is just amusement to

the gods above,

and death below.

Our Love,

oh yes, Our Love,

hasn't even begun.

Written November 6th, 2016

Author's Note

Thanks for reading! Any suggestions are totally welcomed!