Love

I feel like a bird;
Caged with in the walls of fire;
I remember what someone wise said;
Your greatest enemy is your own desire.

I feel the wind outside;
Hugging the world in sheer delight;
My heart aches to be aside;
The one who Pleases my sight.

Love is hard to shake;
It makes even the sane insane;
It makes your heart so weak;
And gifts you a bouquet of pain.

Love is as sweet as wine;
And rules your mind with pride;
It makes you say, "Your mine";
And leaves you dreaming wild.

Love is a subtle feeling;
So much deceptive and tantalising;
That keeps your soul yearning;
To know its deep hidden meaning