Love’s Shadow

sweet pale candle glow
the perfect atmosphere for Love.
but Love is not around.
he doesn’t like this vessel.
Love has never been a friend of mine.
but reminds me of his presence
nonetheless.
disguised in beautiful robes,
he’ll tiptoe in unnoticed
and hide in the shadows,
then reveal himself
when least expected.
only to sting me once more.
Love is a coward,
but awfully cunning.
Love is a fool,
and no stranger to Pain,
who tags along behind him
wherever he goes.
i’ve never liked Love.
i probably never will.
but i regret to say,
i am Love’s fool,
and no stranger to his shadow.

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