The creation of love brings with it emotion,
Reaction of fear, to one who’s devoted upon,
Always watching with eyes fixated on movement,
Where are you going what have you done? .
Crowded pushed into corners, frightened to move,
Begging on comers unknown to stay away,
For fear of the questions from clinging on lover,
Who are they?, and what did they say? .
Jealous minds unsettled times left uncertain,
Unhealthy feeling of hatred growing inside,
Builds up to endless rows of slag-in match,
All because of one word, hello to a stranger.
So with love comes the insecurity obsession,
Relentless in it’s path of loneliness,
Always unsure of the status held within it,
Always to wonder, never to be at ease.
The lost soul trapped in its own hellish word,
Never to trust in ones instinct ions to let go,
Overwhelmingly hovering to catch you out,
Just to push love away and leave you with naught.