Purer than Bukowski

"Love is a dog from hell" 
I'm slightly shaken
I self assess
No, this can't be, it isn't.
I assume this is a generality
It may be his generality
It isn't mine. 
Bukowski lives in the shadows 
Living on booze and early morning headaches and physical nights 
And the sight of the dusty old drawers where he keeps his many memories
But I am not bukowski.
I am light in every sense
At Sixteen love is not a dog from hell, I
Love in the purest sense
If growing older means muddying it
And having lots of only one nights with lots of nobodies,
Let me die with a young body and an old soul.