The Oddity of Love

It is said that Love is blind and strange.

For Love invokes its right to confuse you,

To meddle with your emotions and dumbfound you,

And yet it hugs you tempestuously when needed.

Love may make the world go around,

But Love also brings the world to a grinding halt.

For if it weren't for Love, wars would neither exist nor subsist.

If it weren't for Love, decision-making would not be an art to master.

It is Love which turns our lives into an array of adventurous roots,

Guiding our instincts in a direction most akin to our desires,

Or causing us to squander our self esteem on dangerous declarations.

Love in the form of same for yourself or others,

It need not matter the beneficiary of that love.

Love, in any manner or form, will find you.

And when it does, you will become its playground.

Some people seek to traduce or prevent its existence,

Either within themselves or within others.

Those people remarkably display a pitiful foolishness in the process,

By allowing their historically-influenced interpretations cloud the truth.

The slyness of Love weaves its way into our pores from birth.

It has the cheek to hold our hand as we walk through life,

Without taking any cognisance of how we are manipulated,

Even dared, to embark upon its mission of world domination.

Love adores the kindred spirit as its playground for experimentation.

It euphemises it: you must learn to Grow and derive your Strength,

For without such, your soul shall be fed to the sharp-set pits of its arch-enemy.

Now, Love may be discreetly cunning in its methods which cause madness,

But Love is the Saviour of mankind. This is incontestable.

Love breeds procreation, which is the spreading of Love's seed.

Love challenges the status quo, breed an environment for Change, its companion.

Love creates unpredictability, and in turn indulges the thirst for natural excitement.

Love also builds Stamina and Strength, through heartbreak and humility.

All of which mankind needs for sustainability.

These lessons were learned by me through fierce obstacles,

Living a sheltered life, having my security taken away, testing my character,

Building a brand of truth which would influence everything I do,

Indulging in fantasies of Love as a luxury and Love as a necessity.

Love drove me to prostitute myself in ignorance of its power,

To the satisfaction of its arrogance, chained as a piquant scullion of its Will.

But my lessons were learned. Oh were they learned.

To this day, with a broken heart but a strong character, I walk,

Knowing that Love, as frisky, feisty, undependable, overpowering,

Unyielding, and unnerving as it can be, is immortal.

Love, my most hated Companion, you have always been there,

Living up to my expectations of fickleness and pious pride.

Your relentless and asphyxiating grasp of mankind is eternal.

You can never become Legend. For you are immortal.

And people will revere your immortality,

Either by becoming enslaved by your brutal and harsh consequences,

Or intoxicated by the lushness of your promises.

Love is not fair, but it is honest.

Love is not just, but it is heroic.

Love, you are not blind.

We are.