Ah yes...

[salienne]

And for those of you too lazy to go to my dA, here 'tis the poem I wrote. Comment 'bout what y'all think!

This Thing Called Love

It’s strange, this thing,
Something not quite understood,
Venus de Milo,
Hiding behind a shim’ring hood.

One may approach her cautiously,
Or pounce upon with glee,
But either way, one never knows,
What will the outcome be?

A whore in disguise, she is:
Intoxicating, searing,
Yet always also treacherous,
A Beast in Beauty’s clothing.

Yet most of us do chase her,
Beating against the waves,
Able to just barely reach her,
Only to meet our salty graves.

And so I wonder,
Just what is it,
This thing so horrid and fine?
Is it an angel, here to save us,
Or a demon, here to burn us alive?