Written by Pent Elyria Dawn V. Liongson
Love is a myth, a classic saga, admit.
Many a tale, each has surely have heard
Starring two or more lovers playing sweet
with villains stand between, each couple feared.
Love is a metrical romance, declare.
But reading it is impossible as
finding a brave knight in distress who’s fair
or damsel in shining armor one has.
Love is an epic, too lengthy, assert.
Where forces resist, heroes are of need
But typically Beowulfs die or hurt
And Bidasaris mostly plead and bleed.
Love is a novel, complicated, claim.
Filled with chapters you count from now and then.
Beginnings do have endings, all are same
Endings are sadly preset, beyond ken.
Love is fiction, stranger than way it’s told.
From time to time it is passed by folks.
It’s a paradox no one can unfold.
Listen to nothing, love is but a hoax.