Love is a Drug

Love is a dark drug known to paralyze.

Addictive, submissive, and craving more,

til harsh reality's sobering cries.

Pangs beg for more like a street-walking whore.

Bedraggled by a tantric hangover,

yet lusting for more til satiation.

Obsessed desire scores a sleazed sleepover.

Dark consumes light without hesitation.

Dark of night, or light of day, true love sways.

Love’s magic drug makes us both strong and weak.

Hypnotic endorphins stalwartly slays.

Without love, life would be banally bleak.

There’s a darkness in love where some may fall,

but true love lights paths for conquering all.