Curse of Love

A cycle of poems «Status praesens communis»

In the labyrinth of love's embrace,
Where passion's flame sets hearts ablaze,
A curse unfolds, a cruel decree,
A shadowed whisper, haunting and free.

Oh, the curse of love, a bitter sting,
A poisoned chalice, a fatal swing,
It weaves its web, entangling souls,
Leaving broken hearts, shattered and cold.

Beneath the moon's enchanting glow,
Promises whispered, sweet and low,
But as the night surrenders to dawn,
The curse reveals its teeth, its fangs withdrawn.

Jealousy's emerald eyes ignite,
Suspicion's whispers, day and night,
Trust erodes, like sand in the wind,
Leaving behind a bitter rind.

Passion's fire, once so bright and bold,
Flickers and wanes, leaving ashes cold,
Indifference creeps, a chilling blight,
Extinguishing love's eternal light.

Oh, the curse of love, a bitter sting,
A poisoned chalice, a fatal swing,
It weaves its web, entangling souls,
Leaving broken hearts, shattered and cold.

The curse transforms, a cruel disguise,
From ecstasy to torment, it tantalizes,
It whispers doubt, it feeds on fear,
Amplifying pain, drawing near.

In the depths of despair, love's curse takes hold,
Leaving wounds that time cannot unfold,
Memories linger, like a haunting refrain,
A constant reminder of love's bitter pain.

Oh, the curse of love, a bitter sting,
A poisoned chalice, a fatal swing,
It weaves its web, entangling souls,
Leaving broken hearts, shattered and cold.

Yet, amidst the wreckage, a flicker remains,
A testament to love's enduring chains,
For even in its cursed embrace,
Love's remnants linger, a bittersweet trace.