Love is
A cold blooded
Terrorist
Using guerrilla warfare techniques
To attack
Then retreat
Hiding in some cave
In some remote location
Waiting
For another opportunity
To strike

Love is
A spitting Cobra
Hypnotizing
With its sway
Hurling venom
From close range
Like scud missiles
Clouding
Your vision
Quickly
Overtaking your system
Until you’re hopelessly
Paralyzed
and then
Hovers
Waiting for you to fall
While taunting you
With its hisses
Devours you whole,
then retreats
and waits
For you to breakdown
Slowly

If only you could
Learn to dance
Like the Mongoose
You would at least stand
A chance
Against Love