Love Poem by Ardimus Caldwell

Love, love is a silly thing
Men tried to tain it
Even explain it
Probably use it in some cases
But love is a living thing
Searching for its next victim
Sneaking around looking
Gazing its eyes on the next person
Just an idea

Or love is a weapon
Used in the art of relationship
Only held high by the warriors stong of enough weld it
Who knows

Maybe love is lie
Used to fool the weak minded
Lure them like into a trap we call 'sex'
I don't know
But one thing is sure I'm a victim, I'm a warrior,
And I'm a fool