For what is love, but-- An envious Gasp of a toddler Ogling at a toy  Through a window; The decietful prance Of a chameleon after Waiting for its prey In the grass; That dolorous raindrop Awaiting its fall on a rock Longingly looking later At the sea on its side; A sprinter's anguished gaze Who is behind the first, Getting inchmeal closer To his eventual defeat; -- A hoax, a con A sham to lure those defenceless To the unknown.