Love is that fickle Siren’s call
that draws you in and lures
you with her charms and desires,
only to drop you cold hard thump like
you’re kicked out of a warm winter’s bed.
But I keep coming back to love
like a pitiful dog to its ragged bone,
for in this state I can believe that for a time
I am the other’s and the other is mine,
and in its spell I am immortal for now.