An Ode to Love

For all those who love Love

And love not much of anything else;

'Tis a fine life they lead

Mixture of feelings, a delicious cocktail.

But there are those,

That name Love a Folly;

Illusions, passions, fashions, fascinations

Of a frail insipid mind,

That lead to melodramatic sessions;

The Devil is in the details.

And if you ask me, I shall say

Love, for me, was a revelation, a vision,

Sudden death and resurrection;

That made beauty

Of a not so ugly Beast.

It was the brightest sunshine

That made me laugh

With tears in my eyes,

I had loved Love

And now, I loved its Feast,

The insanity, the romance, the Tryst.