Luck might be free baby,

Love isn’t.

Comes with its costs and pains honey

It’s like that proverbial moth

Always seeking the threshold of fiery dangers

There’s something to say about living on the edge,

The thrill of not knowing

What you’ll be experiencing the next minute.

Euphoria and Despair must be

Two sides of a god-forsaken sharp blade

Set sail with care lover mine,

Even I can’t promise a safe passing

Let alone landing, in this lagoon of emotion

It’s too shallow for one to throw anchor carelessly.

Love lasts but on a whim

Casually assured today to earnest skepticism the next.



What do you think?