I have never been so clueless
about love.
I have come not to debate
Maybe now, love is the bait.
With love, fortunes are captured
And with same, lust is glorified.
In the arena of racing pulses
With amorous thrust
Of a sainted lust
Tinged with a crayon of love.
Distinct from the live show at Golgotha
Wherein someone was crucified in the name of Love
"I love you Jenny"
Yet another bait
To get entangled around her waist.
More alluring than the love fire has for petrol
"God is love" I was told.
Is that another bait to catching a key
to one of the rooms in His celestial abode?
I've never been so clueless about love.
Myriads of connotations so bewildering.
@harrywill