Perplexed

Confusion now hath made its masterpiece
Personified by such simple subtleties
Lost in a gloom of uninspired research
Drawn into the vast cosmos of apathy submerged
Love never did betray the heart that loved her
For it only plays misleadings to test the frail asunder
For love wedges through paths where wolves fear to prey
While everything else finds an excuse, love will find a way
True, anybody can be passionate as such in poetry
But it takes real lovers to conjure tha courage of actually being silly
And confusion hath showeth me clearly
The useless asset that was destiny..