Fur Elise

Love is a duel
that consists of
dancing and looks so cruel.
Lovers will dance
across the horizon
and over the latitudes; a lance
connects, a shield protects,
a castle defends the act of sex.
For love is but a duel

Love is a castle
that shakes but does not move,
it may lose much, but never a battle.
Lovers hold teh moat
and drawn the bridge
and mail the love note.
A castle that topples and falls
is but a love story forgotten by all.
For love is but a castle.

Love is what defines Mankind
for it exists not among the
beasts, or the vegetables. But do they even mind?
Love begins in dissonance
and devolves into dance.
Becoming such into cycles
that cannot and do not dabble
in trivalries but sweep
into happiness and glee, only to be
thrown back into dissonance--
into a dance.
Alas! the dance decays
and like the songs of old, the ancient lays,
fall into tragedy.

Love is a duel
that begins in dance
and ends so deathly cruel.
Unless it is true.
For then it goes on
and never turns blue.
It knows no dawn
for it sees no dusk; it goes on.