Love, that ever-elusive monster that you speak of,
Does not dwell within these hardened walls.
We do not cross paths in secret chambers.
I do not tremble weak-kneed when she calls.
Heed my warning, my lustful friend, and do not fall victim.
For her doting and adoration are flippant.
One moment she’ll warm then curdle your blood,
Claw your chest, dig your heart out, and rip it.