Love

The arrogance of affection
boasting and scattering tidings
as if there is nothing else important
in the world left to admire;
That is love.
 
An affliction of desperation and slavery,
manipulative and overbearing in the wrong hands
yet its mesmerizing lull woos hearts tougher than stone.
 
To some, a weakness
to others, a strength
a responsibility, for all
meant to refrain thought and will.
 
Hypocrites thrive here as well
confessing and digressing at the drop of a hat
love lies at home while lust ploughs the fields
emotions aren't real, just an excuse for conversation
disagreements are blisters only dissolution can heal.
 
Honest love is hard to find
everlasting love is rarer than Astatine
but please don't misconstrue, I'm not so shrewd
I too have loved, just like you.