Love is Like

love is like the rolling of dice the scattering of mice the betrayal of friends the impossibility of amends love is a ripping force a turmoil of savagery, coarse sands gnaw the backbone of trust and turn all bonds to dust and can it find its way? can love so true stand firm, not sway? if hold it must for one more night, then sickness overcomes like blight in the end fate shapes us too it blinds the heart, makes it rue but only when it can take no more Does love find refuge on Destiny's shore? Or does it slip through Nothingness' door?