FRIGHTENING:

Oh, love can be such a frightening place,

From first moment I set eyes upon his face,

The first smile he bestows, from carnal lips,

First kiss of passion, from where I take sips.

 

Will this love last forever or merely fleeting be?

Can it be painless, or sting as the treacherous bee?

Will this new love stay, as pretty as it stands today?

Or will it turn into a place, from where I´ll run away?

 

Will this precious love, turn into sad spiteful hating?

Nestle within arms of Heaven, or Hades in awaiting?

Shall gentleness be spoken, within his tender words?

Or will it be spat upon spittle, of foul mouthed turds?

 

What are love´s odds, the roll of passion´s fickle dice?

Will it be warm place forever, or turn to crackled ice?

Love can be that frightening place, for every living being,

Yet, it´s the only element in life, that is all & ever freeing.