LOVE IS AN ELUSIVE BUTTERFLY

Love is an elusive butterfly,
I have chased it across meadows
and into the dark alleys between the crags.

And all I have to show for it,
are a few pierce-wounds
from the spikes that I came across. (faced?)

Must it be a pre-requisite to go against such adversaries
to obtain such a sought after goal?

Perhaps it is not worth it,
a person's hope dwindles
With such insurmountable odds,
And yet, with such adversity,
love perseveres
in the harshest of environments.