Love Never Gives Up Poem by Courtenay Maree

Love is an acid that slithers down the back of your throat & disintergrates every good flesh into a nothingness of gases
A melody, a jam, a beat, a rythm, a clash of instruments and Cupids harp heard by the long awaiting mases
Who would'de guessed it's in rohypnol that angelic son of b**ch dips his pretty little darts
Such a blind sighted trickster, a femme fatal, a dog, a ladies man all robbing peoples tender hearts

Vitnam all over again just another love war, they say that makes it all fair
It's a powerful force that has no reckoning, no reasoning, so I ask, tough guy, do you dare?
Set foot in this battlefield without a chunky metal suit and an array of heavy artillary?
Full well knowing your vulnerable, open heart and there it goes scorn punctures your capillary

Feotal position, crying and bleeding out all your energy on a stone cold floor
Cupid dealt you a handful of spades and left you beating on another locked door
BUT can you rise up, dust your self off and with a smile still come back for more? ™©