I've never found a cure for love
Though 't soothes so many ills
Loneliness to bitterness 
All ailments of the will

For all it cures it does induce 
Deleterious effects
Slow-acting apoplexy as
One's reasoning defects

A fortitude of countenance
Can barely ever endure
The fantasies that dreams beset
One taste a craving sure

Every line and curvature 
In castles of the mind
Desire an outlet in the world
A lover sure to find

Aside from scouring oyster bars
Or ogling over beer
Apply the plight of sailor's blight
For one platonic year

While soaring new horizons
On verge of a career
Turn around, you've surely found
A love to hold so dear

For crafty is the nature 
Of this love, as sly as fox
It's when your back is turned
That one appears in handsome locks

A warning for the jaded and bereaved 
More than a few
If love's laid down left of plumb
Here's my advice for you

Consider all the perils, ills and falls
You fought as one
Imagine future troubles 
Are they double, or undone?

For just as castles of the mind
Prepare us for our fate
So surely they will teach us 
By the gash left in our wake

With clearest mind and soundest heart 
One's path is laid post-haste
Though time is short, one's life is nought
Lest swiftly be embraced