No Love Sonnet Poem by Barry Middleton

love is a cruel and foolish vain deceit
like Eve, betrayal is the end of need
so best to ever keep a safe retreat
of defeat or domination taking heed

love kills, the venomous snake of time
still beckons peace, a seductive lure
but crawls into the garden to remind
that lowest hanging fruit is not the cure

loneliness is cruel, the other curse
and those who live it claim it is a crime
and leaves us to consider which is worst
to live our life or quibble over time

and some we know are left to wonder not
in vagrant grief are those whom love forgot