Beware The Kitten's Claws

 

Beware The Kitten's Claws 

(The Enigma of Love)

Love she is, a red red rose

With thorns within her leaves

Perfumed coverlets on graves of death

Left there by the left one that grieves

Love she is, a sparkling wine

Waking feelings asleep that wait to be woke

Intoxicating inhibitions to rise up and flee

Birthing passion and poetry that wait to be wrote.

Love she is, the sweetest thing

And the saddest thing of all

The cold of Winter, the heat of Summer

Spring's bloom and the decay of Fall

Love she is, the tiger's wildness

The soft and playful paws

The kittenish purr wrapped up in fur

But beware the kitten's claws.

For love she is, a two-sided thing

She gives and takes away

With such tools employ, she'll bring you joy

And then leave you where you lay.

How do I know this tale of woe?

This mystery I speak of?

This gift of Heaven oft tinged by Hell

My friend, my name is Love.

And Love I am and Love I'll be

Until the end of days

An enigma even unto myself

And no man can learn my ways.

A rose with thorns, a life with death

A wine that reveals your deepest flaws

A tiger, exciting and a kitten, enticing

Who will love you and sleep with your heart in her claws.

©by Voo Shining Stone

May 10, 2021

8:42 p.m.