Love Is A Capricious Lady Poem by Alfred Ramos

Love is a capricious lady
And sometimes she drives me crazy
Sometimes she can be so exotic
With eyes that prove to be hypnotic
Sometimes she is pure as virgin snow
Stands alone a radiant glow
Love is a suspicious lady
Sometimes she is a little shady
Keeps dark secrets from me
Defrauds me of ecstasy
It’s rumored she invented the grapevine
To intoxicate me with her homemade wine
Love is a lethal lady
And sometimes makes my life a little hazy
Sometimes she spices it with thunder
Puts me in a spell to make me wonder
Sometimes she’s a slow burn
Fanning a flame I have yet to learn
Love is a naughty lady
And sometimes she thinks I’m her sugar daddy
Witchcraft must be her second language
Always seems to keep me in anguish
Sometimes she scours my reddened face
With the most delicate of disgrace
Love is an egotistical lady
Colors her own rainbows when she’s ready
Keeps my heartbeat so unsteady
She’s got me under her thumb already
And she’s the only one who can call me Freddy