I Shall Not Talk About Love

I shall not talk about love,

But I will say something about its consequence,

Imagine something you did not have,

Comes and all of a sudden takes over your common sense.

I shall not talk about love,

But I will say something about a broken heart,

It was once strong and hard,

But now it coils like a cornered thief facing the nozzle of a gun.

I shall not talk about love,

But I will say something about the eye that sees it,

As much as it shines bright with joy,

It is blind and cannot see deceit.

I shall not talk about love,

But I will talk about lack of it,

In its absence some go insane,

Some die and some things will never be the same.

I shall not talk about love,

But I will talk about its irony,

It is supposed to come and leave for free,

But it comes with huge bills and leaves with the fridge.

I shall not talk about love,

But I will whisper its secrets aloud,

It does not need conditions and its regrets will never bound.

I shall not talk about love,

But I will respect its strength,

Just a four lettered word,

But it is so magnificent.

Can’t talk, won’t talk about love,

But on it blames I will trade,

It is not supposed to discriminate,

But it does.

Can’t talk, won’t talk about love,

But I will try it anyway,

Because just like death,

It will catch up with you someday.

(image credits/oneandonly)