Love and Its Discontents

Love and Its Discontents

How do you make the one you love
love you?

So many just boldly pursue
How tragically they fail
They chase post-haste
though misconstrue
Unwelcome truths tell-tale

Some know nothing at all to do
They drift gentle into the night
never having had a clue
they lived but never knew delight

They know not why the strongest men
get weak
then to the ground will fall
Why folly'd be the thing to bring
the undoing of all the wisest of all
Why beauty seen deposes kings
and brings the brave to greatness' call
Those steeped in power, wealth and health
will gladly give their wherewithal
for just a meager fleeting chance
to even once feel such enthrall

Can none escape captivity
once caught ablaze by fancied gaze?

Does touch with all intensity
always succumb to stark malaise?

Whose constitutions, stern and stoic
are like a stone, they claim;
their manic and foolhardy hearts
all crumble just the same
Heedless stricken by some putto
playing his cherub's game
No less will they languish
nor in anguish less remain

How do you make the one you love
love you?

And if they only knew all of the things that you would do
Together you'd create something that's beautiful and new
It may not even matter in the end if it were true
Perhaps the question's undeserving of so much ado