Swiftly, and beautifully
it comes in like a hawk
and as a hawk destroys its target
the heart is left ravished
The untouched, unloved, and unhurt
are it's targets for
it is they who lust for
it's return and fulfill it's desires
Those left in the wake
of this beautiful plague
are left only to long
for it's return
Trying to tame the untamable
and master the unmasterable
but in the end all efforts are irrelevant
because always it disappears and leaves only pain
Some say it is better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved
but in either, there will
always be an emptiness
Like a dangerous sport
it is great to be a spectator
and to fantasize of doing it
but participation brings only pain
So repetitious it is
that it is predictable and yet unpredictable
at the same time, like a winding road
knowledge of a curve is of no importance
Even when you know
that there will be a curve
you'll never know where
or when to expect it
So confusing, painful,
deceptive, and complex
that most would never feel
Love.
Jason Reid
