Anatomy of Love

Love is a fizzy drink
gushing out as cork is popped,
Love is a wanton child
unruly, always in the dock,
Love is pizzas stale
hard, cold, of no avail,
Love is a broken reed
torn off roots, no place to recede
Love is adouble edged sword
cutting both ways, out or in,
Love is heady ale
that few refuse to drink;
Love is a mighty roar
drowning out the world,
Love is a wimo, a bore
and tedium untold;
Love rules supreme, or ruins life,
Love is soft as feather, and sharp as knife.