Love is naught but folly
A concept made real by fools
A sugary lie for those without logic
A word cried by the deceptive heart
What value has it:
Just like rain and sunshine
It forms and disintegrates
Leaving not even crumbs of its being
Worse falsity than rusting jewels
Nothing more than clownery offstage
Some infected would smile like donkeys;
Most sit with Grief for an unmeasurable stretch
It is an irrational invention, really-
A reason for the unreasonable
An excuse for the inexcusable-
An idea we should abandon
Like how it did us.