The heart that loves, is the strongest of all.
The power to love or, the stupidity so
Persistent, blows the mind:
The intelligent cousin of the heart.

Set eyes on a girl, it leaps and trots.
Amok it runs, non-existent sense.
Every turn, every smile every gesture
Tempts, seduces, lures and entwines,
In a vice of shameless desire.

Starts with a giggle, trickles with a smile,
Flows with a touch, floods with a kiss
Rampages with more, where superlatives are none.

Hand-in-hand, eyes locked
Promises of eternity, love for posterity.
Dreams of togetherness, that’s what it hopes
She nods yes and hints for more.

Skies ply past the roofs and lawns,
Glancing with disdain, those poor static fools.
Far from its notoriety, the moon weeps,
At the sight of hearts afire,exuding
Poetry or so it thinks, the poor fool!
If only he knew what she holds for him.

Comes a time when commitment is ripe,
The heart is content, bursting with happiness
With expectations high, of union treasured.
Only till the kick in the gut clears his mind.

She’s sorry! She’s so sorry!
‘She never imagined that he would think so”
“We were friends and nothing more” so she says.
All those kisses, all those poems
All those worthless pink cuddly toys
And moonlight romance.
What fools we were!
My heart and me!

She walks away, suddenly her speech
Of only three syllables “it’s over”.
She enchanted, teased, hooked me
Into an abyss so deep and a moron,
That I was I complied.

It was not her fault!
Just her feminine nature.

Once is enough, now sense sprouting
From the mud between my ears
I close my mind and my eyes to the wiles
Of many like her, women are poison.
Sweet at first, lingering chocolate,
But bitter thereon and so forth.

My heart fears anything feminine.
Fear of desire, fear of hurt.
Fear of the very essence
Of human life and literature,
Love.
Love .The evil that women progenited.