The term seems so easy to understand and contemplate,
But when you actually live through it,
You realize things too late.
At first things run smoothly like the surface of ice,
Love is like a river that flows freely,
There's no controlling it, but some try.
There are those who show it, and demand it creepily,
Yet others toss it away and fly.
A simple task that most can't handle,
A life that's two and can withstand all.
What's right is different in each case,
True love's grip will set their pace.
For something good a price must be paid,
whether or not the prize is worth it is up to you.
An eye for an eye, a permanent trade,
Pure love is to be given to give love that's true.
A black background in a blind man's eyes,
The life left in a body which in a tomb lies.
What man fears more than death or mortal strife,
What may be brought on by the use of a knife.