This isn't my best, but it's my first in 8 months. Be brutal.
Like a slow burning acid, love eats away at the soul
Causes blindness, and confusion, and total lack of control
Disorients and disables, like a feverish infection
Causes vertigo and a general loss of sense of direction
It shortens the breath, and begets discombobulation
Surely this love is such a curious sensation
So why do we do it? Why do we bumble and chase
After this fickle sentiment that can drop us on our face?
Could it be to create a smile? Make them titter and giggle?
To touch them and tease them, and tickle and wriggle?
Are we searching for something, a missing piece of our hearts
A warm grin, a soft whisper, or to grope for the parts
Of our fragmented, shallow, meaningless existence
With purpose and determination and dogged persistance?
Inquire therein of one to whom love has taken hold
Hear of how love is wild and cagey and brilliant and bold
They tell daring tales of how it slips past defenses
Takes total control and confounds all the senses
Why is it, then, that we miss it the most when it is gone?
We feel maligned, and deficient, and used like a pawn
Cheated and deprived, false oaths we oft confess
Whilst prancing and dancing along in our game of human chess
When what matters the most is that special someone's attention
At the end of the day, through love, we find redemption
One thing of which I'm certain, I know of which I speak
Look here to find answers to that which you seek
While a life unexamined is surely not worth living
A life endured without love merits absolutely no forgiving!