Of Love Essay, Research Paper

Of Love

Feeble I, sick of life, stranded, in the youth of sins

Went down the abyss of sorrow’s sea like a fish with no fins,

Deeper into dark, not a thing to see, to the land of no return

No sparkle of light, no signs of hope, no touch to learn

To my rescue then, some light and a force dragged me out

Wondered I what it was, ’twas love that hauled me out

Sweet seemed love, its touch great pleasure like eternal bliss

Its apparent bliss, realized not I, was an infernal kiss

With love I cuddled up hoping joy, as to what it is

Like the serpent pairs coiled cuddle up for a kissing hiss

Love’s warm hold, gradually, felt I strangling me

Caressing turned grappling, bliss a struggle, its touch thorny

Of the dark sea out, love deserted me, in the desert of life

Love is a folly, platonic or secular, a conflict, a strife

Love to life what to eyes is the sharp tip of a knife

Love to sorrow is what to a husband his beloved wife

Love, no contrary of hate, but the very world of hate

Wealth lost, health too, bad times, loves he who ill his fate

Than a damned Lucifer’s, far worse is the pain of love’s grief

Domineers all life, lingers long, though love so short and brief.