So emotional yet so logical
So virtual yet so real
So volatile yet so stable
So complex yet so simple…

Its robs one’s speech yet makes one a poet
It takes one’s sleep yet fills the mind with dreams
It makes one so selfish yet so sacrificing
It really seems clear but is actually confusing…

It is the theme of many a tragedy
Still the heart of every fairy tale…
So predictable yet so mysterious
It is so fresh yet so stale…

It is born each moment somewhere,
It is crushed mercilessly to death,
It enables one to control the world
Yet lose control over one’s self…

It is the friend of ruthlessness
And the mother of compassion
It is the generator of restlessness
The bringer of timeless peace…

It helps one conquer, makes one renounce
It faces many a defeat, yet sweeps away the crowns
Ignites jealousy, yet trust is the main base
Seems insignificant but is the maker of any race…

What it is, no one can tell,
It can ebb, or it can swell…
In the list of paradoxes it stands above,
Oh! The deadly angel is named “Love”…