I felt like writing a love poem
But where to begin?

Is love
Lust in disguise
Overrated
Vicious        &
Evil?

Or is love
Luscious 
One of life’s essentials
Vivacious      &
Exciting?

Do we know anything about it?
Can we define it?
Is it worth living for?
Is it worth dying for?

To write a love poem 
Is like solving a mystery 
Using no evidence 

You have no real background information, just testimonies
Your only sources are what people have told you
And what you’ve felt.

The feelings mistaken,
The feelings constructed from lies,

The feelings of total happiness,
The feelings of longing, desire

The wishes that one romance would end
So a new one could begin.

And the roller coaster of emotions
Lovers claim to feel

No facts.
Just feelings, wishes, emotions 
And the occasional heart-shaped box of chocolate.

So, wherever we begin with love poems
Is the exact place we happen to end.