You know I love you dearly
Which in itself is delusive,
If my poems be not unnoticed
For you they are exclusive.
But the sounds in my ear
Every day of my life,
Praise love and its cohorts
As some miraculous prize.
Please lend me your attention
To what I believe is true,
And I don’t wish to offend
It’s simply my point of view.
Love is a Demon
The ultimate torturer from Hell,
I speak from experience
As I know it quite well.
It is never visible
But sometimes sensed,
And when you’re most vulnerable
It launches its offense.
It cunningly stalks you
Quietly lurking in the shadows,
Jubilant in its thoughts
Of the upcoming battle.
Love is a Demon
The Master of Deceit,
It tricks you into believing
Its presence is sweet.
Its strategy is exact
A well-conceived plan,
With its weapons of affections
Your demise is at hand.
The joining of two hearts
It plots with precision,
It tangles your logic
You partake fornication.
It toys, it teases
With pleasured delights,
Joy and satisfaction
The world is bright.
But your eyes have been blinded
You fell under the spell,
Your brain ceases to function
You’re on the pathway to Hell.
It will tear you apart
Its methods are keen,
But you’ve been here before
You know the routine.
Its goal, its target
The objective of the game,
To watch you disintegrate
It knows no shame.
It sits back in leisure
Anticipating the hour,
When you finally fall victim
Your soul it devours.
Just when you’ve realized
Your every dream and desire,
They’re up in smoke
Destroyed by its fire.
Your soul again barren
Your heart consumed,
Its mission accomplished,
Its aftermath doom.
It exits victorious,
It leaves in elation
Your life in ruins,
It's an abomination.
But I am now formidable
I cannot be breached,
Any love left to feel
Is not within reach.
And I guess that is why
I am so infatuated with you,
You’re an impossibility
A dream never to be true.
And so it goes
The story of my life,
Love is a Demon
But it shan’t trick me thrice.
TWISTED LOVE POEMS FROM THE SILLY SIDE
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