Eureka! I got it, it’s got to be, well is it?
Bait without a hook on quadruple letters?
A password discovered when fruity Eden ended?
Is love truly the opposite of rejection,
Can it not be another means for a conquering erection?
Or maybe a longing watery vulva’s illusion
Perhaps like faith love is meaningless without deeds
Love is a doctrine in constant servitude to forever
Escapism for mortals in frantic search for immortality
A myth even science has not dared to show its impurity
A cult we all worship with impunity, lest we perish alone
Love is no more precious than a thought, equally vicious
Today here tomorrow gone, more evasive than the autumn winds
Love is a sickness only death can cure, in days we all will die.