Craft of love

Love is like a perfect storm

You can’t help but drown deep

Only to get washed off unconscious

On the shores of oblivion

Love is like a sharp knife

Cutting through your every vein

You can’t help but let it pass

Till it reaches the core of your heart

Love is like a childhood rhyme

You can’t help but sing along

Even though you forget the words

You still feel the joy of the rhyme