Love

What is Love but an unseen Trap.
The smell of sweet cheese beckons, then as quickly as its eaten, wham! an unseen snap.
Your fury neck now broken.
What is mans Love but a Rats Trap.


 As a Trapped Dying soon Dead Rat
Sleepless nights turn into a week
Sunday afternoon becomes brief sleep.
Months this goes on. For a piece of cheese?
For a few laughs,  because of hunger?
The Tree was sawed down but its roots remain trapped for months
Inside the Chest.
Is the memory , memories of Love really worth this much pain. With  nothing mortally
GraspD. Forget the smell of cheese.
Grasp the Immortal Love. It has not strings or tied to Traps.
It never leaves the heart  hungry , after consumption it sooths sounding sweet lasting sleep.

Now Dream of Love.
 Lasting  nd Lauding.