The Lacklustre Limpet Called Love Poem by John Sensele

Should we take love at face value
Considering love's fickle nature
Fiddling with feelings, turning hypnotized hearts blue
Rendering lovers slaves of sentiment with a diminished social stature?

Should lovers interrogate love's motives
When love propels lovers into temporary insanity
Driven by fantasies and heresies mislabeled incentives
That have bedevilled lovers' vacuous vanity to infirmity?

Should lovers walk out on love
Given its risible record as a heartbreaker
Sown into human hearts who reap the madness from above
In tiny tickets, in topsy turvy tonnes turning each lover into a sleep walker?

Should lovers invest effort, time and space into flirting folly
With the potential to prune and pulverize lovers' lives
If lovers should feel jolly, kowtowing to Molly
Who looks down on the lot of hassled housewives?