We the poet

We have been accused
Of portraying love
Through biased goggles
Like it’s rainbows
And gold dust
Like it’s mist on
Pastures so green
It boggles
Your mind; that
Love is a
Shimmering sheen
Blinding the demons
Antidote to darkness
Panacea for your soul
We never talk
About how love is
A see-saw
Which takes two to play
And eventually one day
Like distracted children
They abruptly get off
Leaving you to fall
Bemused.
Shimmering sheen
Blinding the demons
But their eyes adjust
Ready for their assaults
Antidote to darkness
But love isn’t a source
Of light
It is a candle that
Will eventually burn out
And the wax remnants
Wane you.