what is love

What is love but a mask for the players game.

Sweet honey dripping from a shell press hard against your face.

Lips filled with lies and a tongue twisted with kindness as it's guise.

What is love but a word that falls from your mouth with ease.

Heavy stones falling on my head every time you say it with shallow eyes.

A mouth that moves with such comfort as toxic tales and salted vows drop deep below my feet.

What is love to you?  What will it ever mean?