Love poem from a cynical perspective |
Love and Its Discontents How do you make the one you love love you? So many just boldly pursue How tragically they fail They chase post-haste though misconstrue Unwelcome truths tell-tale Some know nothing at all to do They drift gentle into the night never having had a clue they lived but never knew delight They know not why the strongest men get weak then to the ground will fall Why folly'd be the thing to bring the undoing of all the wisest of all Why beauty seen deposes kings and brings the brave to greatness' call Those steeped in power, wealth and health will gladly give their wherewithal for just a meager fleeting chance to even once feel such enthrall Can none escape captivity once caught ablaze by fancied gaze? Does touch with all intensity always succumb to stark malaise? Whose constitutions, stern and stoic are like a stone, they claim; their manic and foolhardy hearts all crumble just the same Heedless stricken by some putto playing his cherub's game No less will they languish nor in anguish less remain How do you make the one you love love you? And if they only knew all of the things that you would do Together you'd create something that's beautiful and new It may not even matter in the end if it were true Perhaps the question's undeserving of so much ado |