This is My Entry for the Poetry Contest by 
Love, the sweetest of all illusions,
one of the most delicate intrusions,
posing a problem to rational solutions,
having a field day with the mind´s confusions.
Toppling the strong and blessing the weak,
knowing exactly in which heart to sneak,
trying unconditional but causing some drama,
not everybody gets to be Sita and Rama.
Some love their country or the car they just got,
some love themselves, sure, why not?
Some like it platonic, some like it hot,
but nobody likes it to be like a bot.
Love is in a puppy´s eye,
love is in the air,
love is in a baby´s cry,
but love for sure ain´t fair.
Love sometimes turns into hate,
you had your chance, now it´s too late.
Love sometimes is madness´ sweetest gift,
the hormons rejoicing, the mind cast adrift.
Love at least is no fading fad,
without love, we´d be the walking dead,
so enjoy your love, enjoy Cupid´s bliss,
though most of the time it will be hit-and-miss.
