Love is Like . . .

Love is like a trigger finger itching to be used,

firing at random targets, aimed with little clues.

Love is a like a sudden impulse knocking at your door,

there’s no rational to treat it, useless to ignore.

Seldom does good come from it.

              Still it demands we submit.

                              Sign up and wait for the fall.

Love is like a siren singer that crawls inside your head to linger.

Love is one card shy of 52 and still you play,

there’s so many ways to lose its hard to walk away.

Love is anything but what you need it most to be,

learn to play with 51 it deals you 53.

Seldom does good come from it.

              Still it demands we submit.

                              Sign up and wait for the fall.

Love is like a siren singer that crawls inside your head to linger.

Love is like a trigger finger itching to be used,

firing at random targets aimed with little clues.