Cherish or Perish

Love is a frail
And fragile thing
Born on birds’ wings
And slivers of ice
It makes our heart fly
And our soul freeze

Love is a vengeful ghost
And a kissing angel
It tastes of burnt feathers
And spun sugar
It invades and conquers

All we know of love
Is a drop in the sea
We go from birth
To cold earth seeking
Its elusive embrace

Love is a taste of spring
With an autumn chaser
We drink with clarity
And numbness
It makes us wise
And makes us fools

Depending on what day it is