Love Sucks

Does one ever know if love is pure?

Or is the mind playing tricks with the emotions?

Thinking with the heart rather than the head

 Aren’t feelings ought to come from an undiluted source

How come blood rushes to the head at the sight of an endowed girl?

Entangled nerves that go berserk at the sighting of an Amazon guy

Loss of speech or deep swirling of clod up spittle that refuses to flow

Is what one suffers from without an antidote to reverse the effect

And like a enchanted maiden or master, the feeling skyrocket

To a plane where love is deemed the aphrodisiac

And how hard the fall is once the hypnosis is over

Reeling from the shock that all was a fantasy

The endowed girl has warts the size of a boulder

The Amazon dude has packs the size of two round trailer tires

Does one ever know how to measure love?

Or how many doses should be taken in equal measure

To avoid the pitfalls and be free from

 The unbearable weight of guilt that one could be saddled

With waking everyday with the irrepressible loathing

Of the wife or husband sleeping soundly 

Without the knowledge that all was a mistake

Caused by the thing below the midsection,

Caused by the fluttering butterflies in the stomach

That died the day the vows were exchanged