Whenever the moon and stars are set,
What is love, is it pain?
that’s where the hearts of two lovers have met.
Is love merely lust, what do two hearts have to gain?
They stand there together, snared in a net.
And! Not even worried if they get disdained!
Forever and ever in Cupid’s debt.
Do not they fear it was all in vain?
Love is pain, it makes you dismayed.
Tears are hers, covered in lace.
It is awful, love. It should be spayed.
Romeo does pace and pace–
Love is fickle, it wanders any such way!
Still at Juliet’s tears, they run and embrace.
©Marie Meyers, 2013