Antagonist of Love (Valentines Special)

Love's putrid smell, is e'er so enticing

Thus grasp thy heart, leaving thee, suffering

As human empathy — 'tis always flawed

Thine emotions, play'd whilst leaving thou awed

What ye, see as true love, thou see thus crude

Thy shackled core, seest nein faults nor flukes

After ev'ry passing day, ye doth brood

Contemplates this; "I, been used just like rooks"

Thineself, aware of what transpired for thee

Thou surmised "Alone, will mineself e'er be"

Complex'd view of what perceiveth fickle

Thus seeketh peace and find thy tears trickle

— Shuma