• Love is such a taunting thing,
    Yet with it's arrival do we sing
    Of A blade bearing two deadly edges.
    One of two arbitrary pledges.

    The first is of eternal affections
    Forever sought in sanguine reflections.
    To be held in the arms of exultant fate,
    Bonded forevermore to your soul's mate.

    The other but ruefully spoken of,
    The unforgiving bite of love.
    Which scars tender tissue beyond repair.
    Such scars hinder any later affair.

    So thus we hope to behold the first blade,
    Through which life doth be well arrayed.
    And joyous euphoria then ensue
    To open the gate to life anew.

    In which we view beauties before unseen.
    In which each detail is strikingly keen.
    In which we wander with new elation.
    From which we learn unmatched dedication.

    True love's lasting first impression
    That promptly eradicates all discretion.
    Lifting us to exotic heights by angel's wings
    To bestow in us astounding things.