Brittle Love

Love blinds the heart of pain and blinds the eyes with passion so that one cannot see infamous treachery. Love rides on winds that warp our minds Then departs like a fart; a stench released from a staining shart Love is compromise, otherwise it's hate disguised Love impasses compassion if an end allows over passage Love can cripple or be blissful, dependant on its nature Encompassed by brittle lies or recognized by emotions that will never die To take the leap in due faith will work or won't like a prostate © Lyle Richards II