The Thing Called 'Love' Poem by Han Min Ohn

It can make you feel sad sometimes
At other times happiness it will beguile
It can sometimes taste like sugar
But sometimes it is like alkaloid and bitter
It can sometimes be the drug to heal your wounds
But on some occasions will be your tomb
You can't touch it yet it is there
Hiding inside your body but know not where
That thing is called 'love' as we all know
Does it really originate from the Cupid's bow?