Love Can Be

Love can be bedazzling,
And tousling, and frazzling;
With monomania for more
Our oxytocin levels soar.

As hormones turn us into mush,
We make decisions then. As such,
In joy or rue, we live to see
What kind of drug that love
Can be

One-Act Play

(Alternate title: “Remembering My First… Celebrity Crush”)

I saw an actress in a play
At twenty years of age;
And fell for her, or at least reached
The fascination stage.

I sought her out, and talked to her;
We went out on a date —
With dinner, drinks and causerie
Till very, very late.

Oh, she was beautiful, but more;
She had a madcap way –
And I was taken with her act,
For three weeks and a day.

And then, she had to leave my town,
But somehow, that was fine;
Someone who wasn’t meant for me
Whose memory could be mine.

Her Makeup Worked On Him

Her Makeup Worked

He was young and full of dreams, but
She was young and practical:
Everyday, she worked her magic
In a manner tactical

Calculated so to bring out
All the best she could bestow:
Hidden, far away and distant
Was the girl she’d never show

I was puzzled by his fancy
For she mostly seemed of death;
But by makeup’s necromancy
She had snared
His mind
And breath