Complicated Complication

Poets have waxed eloquent in the past
about love, and years came and passed
But the crack of this mystery remains.
In the long course of history it reigns
and in its presence senses are diluted
for it permeates the porous pot of logic.
This mystery, i wonder like many in history
Is the fruit or branch of which tree?
For the partakers of the fruit flee in pursuit
of a world among the clouds and birds
while those who hang on the branch,
helplessly succumb to the gravity of passion.
And there are some others who keep afar
Not wanting on their love skin a single scar
Fearing to be judged, fearing to be hurt
Opting to watch from silent lonely bleachers
Shying away from love's rough texture
Love,please tell us where you're from
Love,please tell us where you're going
and why in your comings n goings
You give and take away men.
In your name, some are killed
In your name, others are born
In your name, some are healed
In your name, others are torn
Because of you, sometimes they cry
Because of you, sometimes they fly
Because of you, some do see light
Because of you, others lose sight
Others, take pens and write
Others, move left and right
Others, stay up all night
struggling, to get it right
Yet all are left more puzzled
by this mystery completely dazzled!

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