Love's Definition Poem by Bryan Taplits

A sunrise might be beautiful
With all that it connotes,
The moonlight also savory-
And hits all the right notes,
But nothing beats a love's embrace
Too buck up one's waning pride
Both fabulous-and luminous-
A dizzy, rollicking ride.
But then, on the other hand…
A pallid memory it can be- a reviled, forsworn felled quest,
Reliving it is not advised-
It blooms in weeds at best.
Some call it "torture", some say 'you're to blame'
for your horrid, hapless mess,
You've met your doom, fingers point at you-
Because you failed her test.

Its volcanic in its turbulence,
A combat that spouts in flames
'Confusion' and 'Annoyance-
These words now use your name.
The synonym of these twins
Defines this word at best, It's:
"Love"-
Yes, that's its name-
Staining-and like raining-
It submerges all the rest.