Love can be so sweet, like a drop of nectar;
It fills the heart with hope and tenderness.
But love too often comes at an insidious cost:
A turbulent tide that disrupts our regress.

Vulnerability can unravel us easily;
Lovers are targets for malicious caress.
Passion runs rampant yet can rarely please us;
A double-edged sword wreaking emotional distress.

Euphoria subsides and hearts get to breaking,
Betrayal or ruin in an instant's redress.
Cupid's arrows inflict wounds not worth taking,
A balm for hurt exists not, nor does success.