What Is Love Poem by Wilfred Mellers

What Is Love



Love is a malignant cancer. If you don't root it out it will infect the entire body
Love is a possession by an evil spirit. Not properly exercised will devour your soul
Love is a heart attack. Not treated in time and you will die from it
Love is a bad car accident. You need the Jaws of Life to free you from it

Love is kidney failure. Without dialysis, you won't make it
Love is a paper cut. Small but it hurts like hell
Love is similar to snow. Beautiful to look at but yet you will slip, fall, and break something
Love is ice. Cold to the touch but yet will set you on fire

Love is a disease. Best to be avoided at all cost
Love is an STD. You think you've found the right one and (POW!) it gives you something to life
Love is a four-letter word like any other expletive
Love is a vampire. It sucks you dry and leaves you hollow inside

Love is a pain that matters not how many anti-inflammatory you take the hurt is still there
Love is a roadblock used to catch psychopaths that have escaped from mental facilities
Love is a hemorrhoid. It gets you right in the end
Love is having an itch that you just can't seem to scratch

Love is a fate worse than death for it comes back to haunt you
Love is a condemned house that should not be lived in
Love is water in the sun. It evaporates quickly
Love is the spawn of Satan. It should be sacrificed on a holy altar.

Love is a beast that will rip you to shreds and leave you as empty as an oil field in Texas
Love is as hopeless as me ever being the next man on the planet Mars
Love is as fleeting as trying to catch the wind
Love is as meaningful as a conversation between star-struck lovers on a moonlit night

Love is a void in space where no light can escape
Love is antimatter. When in contact with matter cause extreme energy transference
Love is a wormhole that leads nowhere
Love is for those who want to escape reality

Love believes in something that is just not there
Love cares neither for the tangible nor the practical
Love is a never-ending circle that feeds on itself
Love is a belief that no matter what people may say that you and I will always make we.

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Wilfred Mellers

Wilfred Mellers

Kinston, Jamaica, West Indies
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