Perhaps sweeter than honey in it's tiny cell?
Bold expectations of Heaven;
More oft ending up in Hell.
Why do people believe it's easy,
They're seeking love thats true?
When usually it's infatuation,
Some Wolf hunting to just spew.
Love is something sublime,
Where you don't wallow in slime;
A state of bliss from a sensuous kiss,
Taking one to a sunny clime.
To take love to it's Zenith,
From heart you have to mean it:
Or you'll leave behind a sordid mess,
Making someone else to clean it.
Love is something precious,
Meant for only two;
Just sex alone is for animals,
All living in some zoo.
So be so true unto thyself,
And do what you have to do;
Love your partner as yourself,
And hope she LOVES--YOU--TOO.
~~Princefreakasso