Love Lorn

Love is like a juice

Some bitter, some sweet

Is it true that ribs can tell the kick of a beast from a lover's fist

Bruised bones record it well

The sudden shock, the hard impact

Thin swollen lids, sore eyes spoke not of lost romance, but of hurt

Hate is often confusedIts limits are in zones beyond itself

And sadists will not learn that love by nature extracts a pain unequalled on the rack

Heavens hath no pleasures like a woman loved

Hell, also ,hath no fury like a woman scorned.