Do not fall in love, when you aren't ready to be hurt.
It is a bed of roses with few thorns underneath.
The sweet aroma above numbs the pain within.
The flame of colours keeps your dreams awake.

Never fall in love with an angel.
Angels are robots, all charms no freewill.
They are what they are asked to do.
They once loved, banished to bottomless gorge.

Fall in love with mortals.
Be them young men to old women.
Polite singles or rude marriages.

Love is not a crime scene; barriers, tapes and lines.
Love is for those willing to consume all that hurts.
All taste, smell, seen, heard, uttered, actions and inactions.
Hypnotized, they heed only her biddings.
Blinds them to faults, yet her eyes wide open.

For lovers love but their lusts are heartaches.
In seeking love, be wise to stupor.
To discern lusts that defames the name of true love.