Of Love

Of Love, whose twisting tendrils twine
about my love, to make him mine
of Love, whose sweet seductive scent
enthralls the girl who heaven sent
of Love, whose raging wrathful heart
shall tear one lovers soul apart
of Love, whose painful puppet strings
can shred and rip a dove's gray wings
of Love, whose frantic fiery kiss
can drive one's hand to do amiss
oh how I wish for the endless pain
of Love that blooms 'neath teary rain