An Enemy Of Love Poem by The Jester

To those that say that love is fine
A velvet cloak of joy divine
As light and free as Summer's song
I say that you, my friends, are wrong.
What sound-minded man can say
That which ruins all who stay
Just a beat too long, a while,
Ling'ring on a stranger's smile
Is worthy of such shameless praise,
When it enduces heartsick days?
And makes each dream and waking breath
Appear as if a tortured haze?
It is not fair for those on fire
They cannot flee from pure desire
But say not it is their fault
Love does not rest till you are caught
Instead, my friends, do as I say,
Make the hunter now the prey
Live as love in hope and leisure
Searching for a simple pleasure.